When the Armageddon comes
There will be: sheep on a field,
Sails driven by a northern wind,
Boiling water in a metal kettle,
Matters that we wish to settle,
People speaking nasty curses,
but making such silly excuses,
Cat that plays with a mice,
And those blue, pearly eyes
Which will see the world’s end
The apocalypse and people
who try to defend