text: 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 dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words
  When youve finished with the mop, then you can stop
  And look at what youve done
  The plateaus 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
  You see a lot up there but dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words
  Many 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