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We went to the moon
With oil tycoons
Bearing all the fruit
They own that too
Plants run across
Fields fold and toss
Fools were told and fought
By minds that ought
Know what would ensue
For those who flew
Plants run across
Fields fold and toss
Science our daughter
Religion our father
Who is mother?
