Tune: Paul Revere by The Beastie Boys
Now here's a little story we got to tell
About a rock called Earth on which you dwell
Started way back in geo-history
With lots of rocks, YoYo and G-cose, that's me
Had a bed of soil that we all revere
It's called topsoil, am I making that clear?
All across the land, clay, silt, and sand
When it's mixed into loam it's in demand
Healthy topsoil is what we need
What that looks like we're about to see
Organics, inorganics, water and air
When the blend is right, you will find life there
Lookin' for a root, I ran into a worm
His name was night crawl
He said party, I said squirm
...
When it rains over the land, it soaks into the earth
In a place like this, the forest has a thirst
At twenty five percent, and give or take a bit
If the grains are coarse, the pores are big, and plants won't get a sip
You say there is some air? I say there is a quarter
Compact it and it fails, please stay on the trails
Decomposed organics, from the duff
On twentieth's enough; not alive, that's rough
Now with weathered inorganics, the rest will fill
When it comes to breakin' rocks, nature pays the bill
You'll find minerals here, crystals we hold dear
All through the land, you understand, I make myself clear
Now come on down to soil
You'll have fun, you'll have a grin
This story's never over, only ready to begin
Now here's a little story we got to tell
About a rock called Earth on which you dwell
Started way back in geo-history
With lots of rocks, YoYo and G-cose, that's me
Had a bed of soil that we all revere
It's called topsoil, am I making that clear?
All across the land, clay, silt, and sand
When it's mixed into loam it's in demand
Healthy topsoil is what we need
What that looks like we're about to see
Organics, inorganics, water and air
When the blend is right, you will find life there
Lookin' for a root, I ran into a worm
His name was night crawl
He said party, I said squirm
...
When it rains over the land, it soaks into the earth
In a place like this, the forest has a thirst
At twenty five percent, and give or take a bit
If the grains are coarse, the pores are big, and plants won't get a sip
You say there is some air? I say there is a quarter
Compact it and it fails, please stay on the trails
Decomposed organics, from the duff
On twentieth's enough; not alive, that's rough
Now with weathered inorganics, the rest will fill
When it comes to breakin' rocks, nature pays the bill
You'll find minerals here, crystals we hold dear
All through the land, you understand, I make myself clear
Now come on down to soil
You'll have fun, you'll have a grin
This story's never over, only ready to begin
