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Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau


Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know


Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand


To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands

Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop


And an illustrated book about birds


See a lot up there but don't be scared


Who needs action when you got words

When you've finished with the mop then you can stop


And look at what you've done


The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen


And the work it was fun

Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop


And an illustrated book about birds


See a lot up there but don't be scared


Who needs action when you got words

Many a hand 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, wouldn't help you if they could