Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers, and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills, shake the many hands
Theres nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
Youll see a lot up there but dont be scared
Who needs action when you got words
You finish with the mop and you can stop and look at what youve done
The plateaus clean, no dirt to be seen, and the work, it was fun
Many a hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was greenland, and some say mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldnt help you if they could

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