Look at this green fly crawling 'cross my page
Look at all the ants in splintered frosted glaze
Many are called but few get up
Will you?
Such a lot of work that we all can do
You can do it all, live, love, move and do
Many are called but few get up
Will you?
My eyes are burning
My mind is opening
Writer(s): Mike Jones, Martin Ace, Deke Leonard, Clive John, Terry Williams
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