Letra de The Dutch Boy

My heart it goes out to that poor little Dutch boy
Who stopped a great flood with the tip of his thumb
Through parades and medals he felt no joy and took to his bed with a bottle of rum
The queen she arrived in her motorcade to give the good
Dutch boy a commemorative pen, but he watched as the milkmaids all withered and grayed
And he knew that the waters must rise again
Because the world is made up of milk and scissors
Milk and scissors in a spiraling chain
Milk and scissors like a cheap squirting flower
Milk and scissors like worms when it rains