| I can sit on sands by the sea
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| And see the Vikings fascinating me
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| By the moonlight
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| Everything changing 'cept the sun and tide
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| There are green lands, rivers and trees
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| And sands where birds sing
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| Animal paradise a crackling
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| They make me feel glad to be an earthling
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| But the ostrich always gets his man
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| He jumps out from a bush
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| He can run faster than a zebra can
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| But it always takes a push in the morning
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| Burying the head he was born in
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| No ones more important than the earthworm
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| Minors rather than majors every single time
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| Just as long as I can make the end rhyme
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| Its too late I just can’t change my birth sign
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| So one day when yellows and greens and blues are over
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| Just lay me 'neath the last square inch of clover
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| No one’s more important than the earthworm
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| But the ostrich always gets his man
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| He jumps out from a bush
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| He can run faster than a zebra can
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| But it always takes a push in the morning
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| Burying the head he was born in
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| No ones more important than the earthworm
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| Than the earthworm
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| But the ostrich always gets his man
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| He jumps out from a bush
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| He can run faster than a zebra can
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| But it always takes a push in the morning
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| Burying the head he was born in
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| No ones more important than the earthworm
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| No ones more important than the earthworm
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| Than the earthworm
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| Than the earthworm
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| Than the earthworm |