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
And shake the many hands
Nothing on the 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
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 the 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 hands began to scan around
For the next plateau
Some said it was in 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