There are a million melons,
everywhere that you could see,
a million, million melons,
ten for you and ten for me.
There are a billion balloons,
floating way up in the sky,
a billion, billion balloons,
some are low and some are high.
There are a thousand fountains
spraying water in the air,
a thousand, thousand fountains,
the water's cold but no one cares.
There are a hundred hungry hunters,
with elks caught in their sights,
a hundred, hundred, hungry hunters,
they aim with all their might.
And there are ten men,
standing quietly in the sun,
ten men, that's it, just ten,
pondering what's now to be done.
But just one gun
rests still within the shade,
a single, lonely gun, but one,
whyever was it made?
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