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!'