Thought Pele wasn’t around
And wouldn’t miss what they found
A chunk of basalt
Then a slip in the fault
They all disappeared in the ground.
The devil at home in the lava
Drank magma like ruby-red java
This stuff isn’t bad
Just wish that I had
A cool sip of tropical guava.
They came from the plains to Volcano
Found too much to do in one day, so
They scurried like rats
Lost kids and their hats
Saw most of it through a car window.
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