One million trillion yawns announce
The dawning of the day.
One million trillion feet then
To the bathrooms soon convey
The pensioners, the children
And ones who earn their pay -
They all go marching on.
The cereal bowls are emptied and
The breakfast cups go clink
For they’re passed with speed amazing
From the table to the sink.
Now have you packed the things you need?
Oh give us time to think!
Then they go marching on.
From apartments and from houses
Humans pour upon the street.
On the buses and the underground,
You’ll never find a seat;
And side by side like tinned sardines
They're packed in nice and neat
As they go marching on.
There’s a seat for every bottom
In the offices and schools.
The student grabs his pen and book;
The workman takes his tools.
Do the aliens look down on us
And think that we’re all fools
As we go marching on?
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