Pollen of the Plains

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