If the world consisted only of mountains of buttons
It would be a plentiful world indeed.
So let us live in a world of buttons
Pearly buttons, big fat buttons, delicate buttons, wooden buttons.
It is no accident, I should think
That the button is a close relative of the wheel.
Today I am happy
Because I choose to revel in the marvel of buttons.
Tomorrow I shall revel in string.
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