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 hosts are planted in the sand

Meat Puppets

To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

There's 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

Who needs action when you got words

When you're finished with the mop then you can stop

And look at what you've done

The plateau's clean no dirt to be seen

And the work it took was fun

Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau

Some said it was in greenland and some in mexico

Some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood

But they were all just guesses wouldn't help you if they could