'Twould be a world changed much by fire,
And by the atmospheres desire,
By Earthquakes tidal waves and floods,
And lava making rocks of woods.
That change forever taking place,
Would fit no doubt with life's slow pace,
Until the mass began to slow,
'Twould then move towards the Sun you know,
To burn up in its heat and fire,
And in an orange ball expire.
That all those resident on Earth,
Despite the origin of their birth,
Would perish in one furious glow,
And vanish into the so and so.