I was scared out of my wits;

this is gonna be the pits.

Here comes the rain, hail and wind;

the tornado, location still undetermined.

They usually come from the southwest;

oh my, I understand the unrest.

Kansas is given a tor-con of nine;

no wonder I had chills down my spine.

The sirens sounded for hours;

the twisters tell you of their power.

You soon realize without much ado;

here, all earthly things lose their value.

The world is in a fallen state;

so let us never entertain hate.

Someday these whirlwinds will no more be;

we can still move mountains, don't ya see?

I was scared out of my wits;

my nerves started to flit.

We better make sure our soul is clean;

there is no protection, a worldly windscreen.