ENQUIRING MINDS
© Greg Keeler 1990

Mount Graham Sam

I'm a red squirrel. My name is Sam.
I make my home up on Mount Graham,
And frankly, I don't give a damn
For your technology.

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If you can't dance in your own place,
How can you dance in outer space?
The music's always in your ears.
How come you never hear?
You can take your little telescope and point it where the sun
Don't shine and it's moist and dark most of the time.
I serenade your little telescope with this yodeling tune.
You can take your little telescope to the moon.

I've seen your teeming multitudes
Of homeless chicks and homeless dudes.
I know your ways. You won't be through
Till you've made us homeless too.

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You've lost your course. Your mind has strayed
Billions and billions of light years away.
What about right now? What about today?
And where are we gonna play?

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