Silly Hominids

Silly Hominids
We are, we are
Walking to the grocery store
On thin ankles, feet and toes
Curious skeleton shapes

Silly Hominids
We are, we are
Sleeping, breathing, eating
Getting angry
In parking lots

Silly Hominids
So many there are
Billions and billions
Just like stars

We are, we are
Sleeping pretty
Making plans
Telling lies

Silly hominids
We are, we are
All over the place
All over our minds
Families breathing

I am a silly hominid
Just one
So why should I worry?
There's no answer to find.

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