Dirt


under my fingernails on the seat of my pants
i'm out there in it when i get the chance
there's some in my shoe and more on my shirt
maybe i'm crazy but i just like dirt

when i was a boy they'd rub and they'd scrub
when they we're finished i'd roll in the mud
sometimes i'd get spanked but it didn't hurt
my behind was covered in layers of dirt

now i plant seeds in the warm fertile ground
watch flowers and vegetables grow all around
it puts food on the table; for worms it's dessert
someday they'll plant me under 6 feet of dirt

when i'm up above on some billowy cloud
i could be a raindrop for crying out loud
i'll fall on the head of some lucky squirt
down below playing in heavenly dirt

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