A storm is brewing in the pacific

There are dark clouds all over the city,
the winds are gushing down the streets,
a few have lost leaves, a few branches
all over trees are trembling with grieve,

the waves are retreating from the shore,
the ships are all tied down at harbor,
birds are migrating to the lands abroad,
the song of cuckoo is heard no more,

dogs are sitting dim in the backyards,
frogs and toads are swamping the roads,
the pigs are howling in distant farms,
everywhere there are swarms of ant's,

the hearts of children are filled with fear,
middle aged are in prayer, young in tears,
the rescue teams have started scouting,
the old man knows and he is shouting,

brace! brace! brace! brace dear fellas
a bullet from the barrel of sea is gona hit,
brace! brace! brace! brace dear fellas,
a storm is brewing in the pacific.