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There seemed to be a buzzing in the air The barnyard creatures settled off to bed All at once they heard the sound A soft vibration filled the ground Now it came as they were sleeping Now the magic science knife Is cutting up the molecules of gold Now the magic scientists Are patching up the fabric of the soul A slip of the coil They printed them and stacked them on a shelf And lined them up imprinted on a page And printed there in paper news The farm reports became untrue Now it came as they were sleeping Now the magic science knife Is cutting up the molecules of gold Now the magic scientists Are patching up the fabric of the soul A slip of the coil The perfect sheep can fly a fancy plane It's counterpart prepares a perfect meal The luxury of DNA Has given them their hands and brains And appetites for wine and chocolate Now the magic science knife Is cutting up the molecules of gold Now the magic scientists Are patching up the fabric of the soul A slip of the coil Now the magic science knife Is cutting up the molecules of gold Now the magic scientists Are patching up the fabric of the soul A slip of the coil A slip of the coil A slip of the coil A slip of the coil