Peek-a-Boo, I can't see you,   Everything must be grand.   Boo-ka-Pee, they can't see me,   As long as I've got me head in the sand.   Peek-a-Boo, it may be true,   There's something in what you've said,   But we've got enough troubles in everyday life,   I just bury me head.      Oh, Ostrich consider hw the world we know   Is trembling on the brink.   Have you heard the news, may I hear your views,   Will you tell me what you think.   The Ostrich lifted its head from the sand,   About an inch or so;   'You will please excuse, but disturbing news    I have no wish to know.'      Oooh, Peek-a-Boo, I can't see you,   Everything must be grand.   Boo-ka-Pee, they can't see me,   As long as I've got me head in the sand.   Peek-a-Boo, it may be true,   There's something in what you've said,   But we've got enough troubles in everyday life,   I just bury me head.      Then I noticed suddenly where we were,   I saw what time it was.   Make haste, I said, It'll be too late,   We must leave this place because....   He stuffed his wingtips into his ears;    He would not hear me speak,   And back in the soft Saharan sand   He plunged his yellow beak.      Oooh, Peek-a-Boo, I can't see you,   Everything must be grand.   Boo-ka-Pee, they can't see me,   As long as I've got me head in the sand.   Peek-a-Boo, it may be true,   There's something in what you've said,   But we've got enough troubles in everyday life,   I just bury me....      (BOOM)      From a sheltered oasis a mile away   I observed that dreadful scene.   And a single plume came floating down    Where my Ostrich friend had been.   Because he could not bear the sound    Of these words I had left unsaid;   'Here in this nuclear testing ground   Is no place to bury your head!'