Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

birth, childhood, puberty, grown

tic   silence   toc   silence   (time)

We are so small.  We are small.
We are quite quiet.  Quiet.
We are so small.  We are small.

We all are lost.  We are lost.
We're quite content.  We're content.
We are so small.  We're so lost.

We have these feet, but don't walk.
We have this food we don't eat.
We are so lost.  We are small.

We make baskets for grapes.  Wine.
Use hands we don't feel.  Big deal.
Raise prices drop cost.  We're lost.

Wait for the train to come, it
will take you to paradise.
	Engine Engine Number Nine
	Goin' Down Chicago Line
There's no end.  No end to it.

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