Clipper, Clipper, Clipp, Clipp, Clipp
I clip my fingernails with a clipper of steel.
I clip off the skin.
I clip off the bones,
I clip off the Keratin,
I clip off odd old parts,
The land smiles and says:
You know now, too,
you and I are not very different,
your nails are mine,
my steel is yours.