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Creation, not so much out of the blue as

Once upon a time there was a pile of brown

And out of that brown grew pips and seeds

And worms crawled from out of that brown

And life flourished and multiplied, multiplied

And pips and seeds grew into plants and trees

And bore fruit which was easten by wormkind

And worms grew wings or fins or arms and legs

And grew into animalkind, animalkind

And creatures walked the earth

And fish swam in the sea

And birds flew in between trees

That's how we came to be

And pips and seeds were returned to the earth

Along with a generous helping of brown

And life continued to grow and flourish

From brown to green, from green to brown

Like, like the seasons

And was regenerating, always regenerating

The earth was everybody's home

Every being was free to grow and roam

Their roots were everywhere and everything

All dependent on each other for existing

Existing as one

Whole earth catalogue

Existing as one

Big happy family

Existing as one

Web of destiny

Existing as one

Earth, together


Wormkind / Chumbawamba

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