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An Excellent Growbag
03:15
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Well, it's come to my attention
And I feel that I must mention
Though in life I've been a useless ho-bag
I'm not meeting one iota
Of the potential that I oughtta
But I'd make a pretty excellent growbag
So put me in the ground
Let me show you what I got
Plant pansies in my panties
And forget-me-not
That cold, damp earth is calling me
To make a really shitting big horse chestnut tree
So please put me in the ground
Well I've got big ambitions for decomposition
I'd get such satisfaction from some capillary action
Boy, a girl's got needs, so please tend to my weeds
And if my belly could blossom, oh, that would be awesome ...
So put me in the ground
Let me show you what I got
Plant pansies in my panties
And forget-me-not
That cold, damp earth is calling me
To make a really shitting big horse chestnut tree
So please put me in the ground
Imagine the bugs in my ugly mug
If I had Rosa rugosa in my oral mucosa
I'm all doom and gloom without a damn good legume
I want beet in my feet, fruit in my boot
Seeds in my sleeves and leaves in my knees
Vervain in my brain, bane in my veins
And the best evergreen there's ever been
So put me in the ground
Let me show you what I got
'Cause nothing fertilises
Like a plantar fasciitis
That cold, damp earth is calling me
To make a really shitting big horse chestnut tree
So please put me in the ground
And just remember that one might
Require indirect sunlight
But please put me in the ground
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Diurnal Migration
01:44
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Much of the ocean is not yet explored
Though submarines pootle about the sea floor
Discovering new species wherever they go
Such as elephant-like-squid and eels that glow
The following formula’s certainly true
Of predation dynamics down in the blue
From the tiniest plankton to the biggest species yet:
One thing they eat, by another are ate
And here is where a dilemma arises
For the noble phytoplankton photosynthesises
And is thus confined to where the sun shines through
And so by necessity what eats them too
But in the photic zone it is easier to see
The surface is a dangerous place to be
The darkness it offers substantial protection
From becoming some predator’s tasty confection
So to the surface fishies travel at night
When there’s less chance of being espied in the light
But during the day to escape predation
They return deeper down, and that’s diurnal migration!
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