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[Intro] N.C. Mr. Hankey Now come on, son, don't be so down. Cornwallis Why? We're just pieces of crap. Christmas isn't for us. Mr. Hankey Christmas is about feeling good, About singing, dancing and laughing. That's for everybody. Cornwallis I see the nativity. There's angels, shepherds and sheep, but no poo. All the Christmas movies. Santa, elves, reindeer, no poo. I'm not a part of it. Mr. Hankey No, you're not a PART of it, Cornwallis, you are ALL of it. Don't you see? Cornwallis I'm nothing but crap. Mr. Hankey But crap is everything... [Verse 1]
FEverything that lives on earth Bbpoos in some Cway FAnd thats how the cycle happens each and BbeveryCday DmJust look at the green green grass and the Bbbirds up in the Csky DmIts all here because of poo and Bbnow ill tell you Cwhy
[Bridge]
Grass is eaten by the cBbattle Which is eaten by women and meFn It fuses with their Bbbodies, and becomes poo aCgain that poo goes through the seDmwer which dumps into the sBbea and its eaten by the Cplankton and becomes the fishes Fmeal
[Verse 2]
WhFen that bigger fish with the Bbpoo still inCside It SFwims up near the shore and gets Bbeaten Calive By a Dmgrizzly bear that poos on a Bbdead piece of Csand So it Dmcan spring to life and become pBboo for the lCand!
[Chorus]
Its the poo of the Bbantelope, the poo of the girFaffe That falls onto the eaBbrth, and becomes the blades of gCrass The grass is eaten by the Dmcattle, which comes out the other Bbend To make poo for the hCumans, and start all over Fagain.
N.C. Mr Hankey You see son? You’re not an insignificant part of life! You are life! Cornwallis But how can I be that giraffe, and blade of grass, and a human? I don’t control what they do. Mr. Hankey Just like your heart beats without you thinking about it. So, too, your giraffes and your humans do what they do. Without you even thinking about it! But it is all one life form. It is all you. Cornwallis I think I see now (deep singing voice) [Chorus]
I’m the poo of the aBntelope, that flows onto theF# ground Mr. Hankey: Becomes the grass of Btomorrow
Cornwallis: Yea
Mr. Hankey: Which the grazers turn aC#round Cornwallis: And I'm the leg of a D#mleopard. And the wings of a Bhen. Both: Which becomes dinner for the huC#mans, and turns back to poo agaF#in. Thats the Bcircle, the C#circle of F#poooooooooooo