Phaeleh - Plateau lyrics

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
To beautify the foothills and shake
The many handsThere'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 wordsWhen 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
FunWell the many hands
Began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was Greenland
And some say Mexico
Others decided in was nowhere except
For where they stood
But those were all just guesses
Wouldn't help you if they could