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And to Think That They Landed on Mulberry Street

    The estates of writers Rod Serling and Theodor S. Geisel—alias Dr. Seuss—each recently announced the discovery of unpublished manuscripts. What they didn’t announce, though, is this collaboration.
    T he power went out.
We had no phones or light.
So we sat in the dark
On that hot summer night.
I sat there with Sally,
When something went
roar.

Behind old McPhee’s
Corner Five & Dime Store.…
The time is the present.

The town, it may vary.

The signpost ahead

Says the street is Mulberry.

Then a flash in the sky

Of a meteorite,

Calls the neighborhood out

To a zone of twilight.…
    Then out from the alley,
There came a sharp cry.
We looked and we saw him,
The Guy with the Tie.
It was striped, blue and green,
With a knot like a noose
And appeared to be stained
With red Beezle-Nut juice.
“The Martians have landed!
They’ve killed fifty-three!”
Said the Guy with the Tie
To old Mr. McPhee.
“They razed Maple Street, sir,
They went door to door.
They’ve zapped everyone,
And intend to zap more.”
ZAP!
“By my estimate, sir,
It’s now fifty-four.
So we must warn the people,”
He said, full of fear.
“We must tell all Mulberry
The Martians are near.”
But McPhee said, “No! No!
All this talk makes me bored,
All this ranting and raving—
It should be ignored.
Now, listen up, people,
It must be a ruse.
’Cause if Martians had landed
It’d be on the news.
That zap we all heard
Wasn’t space-ray-gun fire,
Just the zap of the snap
Of a high-tension wire.
There’s no Martians, I tell you.
No monsters, I say!
And, besides, Maple Street
Is two miles away.”
    “But you can’t turn your backs!”
Said the Guy with a yelp.
“The folks up on Maple Street
Sent me for help.
They said you would come.
They said, ‘Be persistent,
’Cause a person’s a person
No matter how distant.’
I never thought you folks
Would be so resistant.”
“Go
away!”
cried McPhee.
“This is for your own good.
You’re really not welcome
In this neighborhood!
Everybody go home!”

Yelled McPhee with a sneer.
“Go home to your TVs,
Your couches, your beer!
To your cars, to your dogs,
To your burgers and fries.
’Cause this Beezle-Nut eater
Is telling you lies!”
So the Guy shook his head
And he walked out of sight
And I wondered right then
If we’d done what was right.
    Soon, the crowd had dispersed
’Cept for Sally and me,
And the man of the hour,
Old Mr. McPhee.
And he patted our heads,
And he let out a sigh,
Then he took off his glasses
And winked his third eye.…
Tonight’s case in point,

For approval submitted,

Concerns simple earthlings

By Martians outwitted.

So this word to the wise:

If a stranger comes through,

And the TVs are off,

And the telephones, too,

And he tells you of death

And destruction so near,

And his tie shows a bit

Of red Beezle-Nut smear,

Consider this thought—

It could happen right here!

Scooter at the Mike

    Let’s relive baseball’s most infamous moment,

as called by Yankee announcer Phil Rizzuto.
    The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
    The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play;
    Hey Murcer! Who’s got play-by-play? No? Really? I
do?
    Those last two outs I was sitting here, thinking it was you.
    A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
    Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast.
    Time out. A fan running out on the field. You hate to see that.
    They’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.
    But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake.
    Seeing that fan just reminded me of something, Seaver.
    I think I got time to get this story in.
    Joe Altobelli and Johnny Antonelli, who live in Rochester,
    They got an Italian Open up there every year.
    Hey, look,
Telly Savalas!
Almost missed him in that hat!
    For there seemed little chance of Casey’s