One tiny speck I have drawn
That's that and awfully lonely
Two modest feet to stomp
And air around to breathe a hole in

Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains

One tiny speck I've caused
A fly for a fish and a
Nauseous taste

Standing on stones I've leapt
Tongues akin have flexed
Before me

One simple stampede
Lost in the crud
That's all it was

Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains
Pull the pollen from the plains