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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.

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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.

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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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