p-p-p-plastic   n-n-n-nylon   te-te-te-terylene       made of atoms   by tender fingers   and determined heads   of inventors   tickling   perfection      p-p-p-plastic   r-r-r-rayon      I was born aeons ago   before anything human was known   my friends the alchemists   told me everything was natural   and always will be that way   and possible to make gold from dirt      p-p-p-plastic   n-n-n-nylon       dear plastic   be proud   don't imitate anything   you're pure, pure, pure      p-p-p-plastic   n-n-n-nylon      I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge   took everything and digested   of course I became big,    big and really really strong      today I'm old and withering away   my friends the alchemists   long disappeared into dust   I no longer get anything fruity   no longer gold made from dirt   the only thing I get is spacefood on a tray       p-p-p-plastic    p-p-p-plastic    p-p-p-plastic...