DIRT BUG DUG I’m digging a hole to China today. That takes a long time I hear you say, But I will dig there anyway. It might take hours, It may take days, To dig so very far away. Weeks will go by And maybe years, Could be 87 years, Then out I’ll dig with a long gray beard. Out into a strange and curious land With magical sound from a Chinese band. Of pointed hats and bamboo houses Of Chinese cats and Chinese mouses Of scented winds and golden fields Of statues armed with swords and shields Of flowing streams and endless fountains And pink sunsets over Chinese Mountains. You’d like to help I hear you say, Grab a shovel and come this way. We’re digging a hole to China today. |
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