As time passed, God looked down
Upon the earth, with such a frown
Noe Noe my servant my freind
What has become of man and earth
Noe thy time is short, the end comes near
Gather the good and then some wood
And build me a boat, A ark of sorts
Gather two of each creature
In the world you, ll find
Quickly quickly, For time is short
The rain will start with a crash and a roar
I will take my hand, and carry thee safe
For there is a much better place
G. R. J.