Red
The distant ringing was heard, on top of the hill
Some turned and looked, others hid in the mill
Darkness hid in its own shadows, seeing the red
Me I just closed my sleepy eyes, stayed in bed
My forever faithful Dog Bob, ran up that road
He had to be nosy, and see the green toad
Ringing and constant busy signals,came out of it
The whole town was awake, to see this new red hit
The eerie glow that blanketed, our dark star less sky
We are here at the bottom staring, wondering why
So called phone booth, from Superman lost days
Must of fallen from space, showing us his ways
As we stood and watched, this red phone of box
The door swung open, and out walked a sly fox
Down the hill he went swishing his tail as he did yell
Red is my name and red talkie is my game of hell