A Fight For Your Life!

The super alien spies are all from Mars an’ bugger By god they masquerade as coloured sugars, An’ even name a chockie bar after their planet Then cross the oceans on the back of a gannet When you’re a youthful twenty And live the life of plenty. You think your body is invincible, The enemy loves every part of your body Aliens attach their weapons around you To wear you and your heart apart, Very clever to disguise their weapons as fat Not just ordinary fat but wobbly jellified weapons To fill your jeans an’ make you look full o beans. This woeful plot the aliens ply for your heart to attack you An’ die; don’t be fooled with those coloured sugars. Run for your life buy some joggers an’ walk from the buggers The irony is when you walk, those alien dormant sugars Are forced from the tum to the leg muscles for power to kick those aliens In the butt and get you healthy wealthy and wise. You see the light? Get up from the couch and rise Sir Healthy Lot!