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| "Pioneer" Written by Cynthia Carle It was Asia’s loss When they trudged across That land bridge ions ago They were frozen stiff But they knew that if They dropped they would stop in snow So, on they went Though nearly spent Heading south for the warmth in the sun Where a life of ease And coconut trees Awaited them, every one Ten miles on It began to dawn They were one migrator shy So back they trod There he was, by God With his wife and a gleam in his eye “Let’s go!” they cried “Hell no!” he replied While his wife threw a righteous fit You believe this clown? He wants to go down As the father of the Inuit Who was that man Who saw the tundra and said, “This looks good, I’m stopping here” “I’ll sleep on ice and eat this blubber” Who was that man? A pioneer A pioneer, a pioneer Not afraid of a new frontier He’ll boldly go where others fear To tread The ancient Scots Were a quiet lot As they went about their labor Up in the hills It was deftly still Except for the thump of the caber Then one day In the month of May When the sheep were killed and cut up One curious lad said, “What’s that dad?” “It’s a sheep bladder, take it and shut up” He sat right there And blew it full of air Which screamed as it was let out And sweet was the sound As any he found For he didn’t very often get out He played all day ‘Til the neighbors ran away And the army said let’s commandeer it For men will fly Into battle and die Like dogs so they don’t have to hear it Who was that boy Who squeezed that bladder And called it bagpipes And played for all to hear Though some said, “Stop” “Oh, god, please stop it” He played right on He was a pioneer A pioneer, a pioneer Not afraid of a new frontier He’ll boldly go where others fear To tread There are strange things sold For American gold In the Indonesian isles Cigarette boats And sex with goats And cheap ceramic tiles But strangest of all Is the coffee they call The Kopi Luwak brand Six hundred a pound And there’s not much around It’s a tale of supply and demand The beans, you see Have all been pre- Consumed for your enjoyment They’ve passed down through Small animals who Don’t know of this odd employment Then before it’s packed And then fast tracked To the crème of the human species Each little bean Is carefully gleaned From steaming weasel feces Oh brave are we In the land of the free We run right out and buy it But the real hero Is that java Joe Who first decided to try it Who was that man That visionary Who saw the bean And felt no fear Where others saw A pile of weasel shit One dared to see A new frontier Who was that man? For it was no woman Who stepped in something And said, “Oh boy, look here!” Was he out of his mind or out of coffee? Either way, he was a pioneer A pioneer, a pioneer Not afraid of a new frontier He’ll boldly go where others fear To tread |  Buy the Download of "Pioneer":
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