The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And an illustrated book about birds
When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
And the work it took was fun
Others decided in was nowhere except for where they stood
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was Greenland and some say Mexico
And look at what you've done
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
Who needs action when you got words