The indian mounds,
So long ago,
You can see from the sky,
But from the sky, you could not see.
The St. Louis Arch,
So recently,
Standing so high,
Now we can see.
Look below,
Oh
No,
What a travesty.
Men have built mounds.
Men have built sky scrapers.
Men have not built
To behave themselves.
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