From the bed of earth I'm staring at,
Wondrous queer hands jut out,
Feet jut out,
A neck sticks itself out.
Folks,
What on earth's goose
Is this here sod?
From the bed of earth I'm staring at,
Hands jut out,
Feet jut out,
A neck sticks itself out.
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