The Alien Farmers

by Seren Barton aged 9

89 million light years away
there is a land where it is always day.
The sun shines in gold rays
on the residents, tiny and grey
with pink dots and blue spots.
They carry baskets of fresh fruit
and sell it at their small stall.
Creatures of all kinds come to buy their goods
from Siam raisins to violet pineapples.
Then when they have sold all their fruit
they play their song
which goes Bing Bong
till the next harvest.

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