There is a place similar to utopia.
There are no poor, there are no sick,
and there are no hungry to be rich.
The air is fresh and the birds do sing.
Everyone lives peacefully, in discipline.
In a hill full of only robo-kin.
In a vivid place with a tree, full of green.
Here walks a can. Named Tim Can.
“Clink, clunk, clink, clunk,”
Was the sound of him.
The racket made by one little tin,
With his baggy pants-like bin.
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