Little baby,
we're intrepid pioneers
Chiselled and toughened
by our ceaseless quest
for Nothing
Can't you see, girl?
We are fearless mountaineers
Climbing by bluffing
and reaching peaks of Nothing
we're simply dreamers
of a different kind
Claiming
that Nothing can be signed,
sold and even left behind
Here we are now,
conquering the last frontier
Huffing and puffing
toward the very heart
of Nothing
Sweetest baby,
there's no room for mutineers
For those rebuffing
the brilliance of Nothing

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