Lyrics
See the funny little man, huffing and puffing and digging the sand
In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill
Little does he know that he’s working in vain
When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold
See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands
Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day
long
See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land
When will he grow up, can time wait until
The funny little man can see beyond the hill