A Lump Of Dirt
A lump of dirt (x4)
Sitting on the cold, cold ground
I always get around
I go home on your shoe
I do much more than you do
I make the flowers grow
I’m where the ground squirrels go
I’m a sponge for the rain
And I never, ever complain
I’m where all things decompose
Both and insect and a rose
To me, nothing is new
And some day, you’ll be dirt too!
