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Gaia’s homely sapiens we all have got to move
Hard to find homo homelier than I, still I’ve found my groove
The sky is clear, the air is bright, here in F-L-A
Body and soul deserve respect, is what your mom does say

Tis thirty minutes we must move, at the very least
Provide our bodies maintenance, I’ll leave souls to the priests
Feel her power, feel her heat, with bowed heads children refrain
Each journey ‘round old Sol brings us closer to end game

Spinning, spinning little globe, around the sun revolves
Gaia’s harmonious canticle surely does enthrall
So strike the harp, beat the drum, our time is now, great lives begun
Self-care is job for everyone; mother, father, daughter, son

Playful, playful we should be, as we go about our day
Why focus on life’s drudgery in presence of sweet Mab
Darling fairy whose chariot of empty hazelnut
Does lead the pantheon to enjoy life so Quixote

Raise up, raise up, lift high a glass, of oh, such sparkling life
Wait not on distant future, procrastination’s far too rife
With each journey made ‘round the sun another year transpires
Trek that takes but eight thousand seven hundred sixty-five hours

Far less than three percent of twenty-four is half an hour
Enrich our lives, refresh our souls when bodies we empower
Rise up, rise up and take the plunge, join in Gaia’s dance
Minds and hearts awash with endorphins feel natural romance

Gaia’s homely sapiens we all have got to move
Hard to find homo homelier than I, still I’ve found my groove
We are not intended just to sit, staring at a screen
Go out and enjoy some life to make life more serene

Go now, go now, get out of here, don’t sit another day!
Go out, go out, get out of here is all I’ve got to say!

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