| Plateau 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 hoasts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands The 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 And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it took was fun Well many hands begin to scan around for the next plateau Some said it was Greenland, and some in Mexico Some decided it was nowhere exept for where they stood But they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could |