The Prez just laughed at poor Cloud’s plea
“You really must be kidding
You expect me to keep track
Of all who do my bidding?

“And now I must be leaving you
I’ve no more time to spend
A world to rule, a son to raise
A dinner to attend

“Before I go, just one last thing
In case you’d thought to run
I brought a little friend for you
You four enjoy your fun”

Cloud ran toward the chopper
Barret swore. Tifa looked glum
It wasn’t until later
That they heard the om’nous hum