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
You 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 took was fun
nothing on the top but
a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there
but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
the many hands began to
scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was in Greenland
and some in Mexico
Some decided it was nowhere except
for where they stood
But they were all just guesses
wouldn't help you if they could