Small people, Big Town.
Living through the mutants' raids
Lonely Bittercup.

Sweet, glowing cola,
Gently tucked away under
Old, decrepit shelves.

A dirty pre-war
sun dress, ratted fussed up hair.
Such wasteland beauty.

Looming mushroom cloud
Rising up in the distance.
Goodbye Megaton.

Beware of raiders
During all your wanderings.
Bring lots of ammo.

Don't you dare mock me,
With those googly eyes of yours,
Mister bobblehead.

Outcasts patrolling.
Watch your step or face their blasts.
Don't be a local.