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The Moss-Covered Planet
By WALT MASON
(Air- "The Old Oaken Bucket")
How sorry I feel for that little old planet
Away down below, with its sore-footed crowds!
My sympathies rise in a flood as I scan it
And think of its woes, from my perch in the clouds!
There men go on foot with their shoes full of gravel,
And always are tired from the day of their birth;
No comfort is there and no safety in travel,
On that poor old planet they call Mother Earth.
That back-number planet, that moss-covered planet,
That stand-patter planet they call Mother Earth.
Men ride behind engines which blow up their boilers,
They ride behind horses which rear up and tear;
They junket in autos which run over toilers,
RG
And cover with corpses the broad thoroughfare.
They live in the midst of commotion and riot,
And run for the surgeon for all they are worth;
They know not the aeroplane's safety and quiet,
On that fierce old planet they call Mother Earth.
That moss-covered planet, that old rough-house planet,
That violent planet they call Mother Earth!
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