The Dutch Boy Lyrics

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