Explody Volcano Face

It's a rumblin' and a grumblin' and splurting out emotion! The town is in a state of panic, What a big commotion! Running fast and bumping hard, Let's all evacuate, Before we have to cry in public, Something that we hate. "Don't go, though," Asks the volcano, "I'm only feeling sad," And with that brave admission, The town stopped feeling bad. They stopped and smiled, And with a sigh, They all began to cry, Their tears together quashed the splurge, And no one had to die.

Original ink on paper.