Yes, Bill, there was more. With the help of what you posted, plus my own memory, plus a little add-versing of my own, I came up with: Last night I looked upon the stair. I saw nothin'. Nothin' was there. From my front porch to the top of the wall, There was lot's of nothin', nothin' at all....   Nothing....   A pree-ponderance of vacancy. There's a man in town, he's goin' around, Spreadin' lots of nothin' all over the ground. I heard some passin' people say, "All that nothin' gets in the way....   There oughta be a law." My wife said, "Honey, don't you know, Nothin' makes my flowers grow." So I figured I better lay in a supply And I went downtown, some nothin' to buy.   Took along an empty...   Wallet. The man in the store, he smile an' say, "We got plenty o' nothin'; nothin' today. Boxes, bottles, cans, and jars, Semi-trailers and big boxcars,...   All vacuum-packed. He says, "How do you want it? Large or small? Fat or slender? Short or tall?" I says, "Gimme a slightly rounded pile, Empty as a politician's smile...   Full of hot air....   Wrap it up as a gift." Well, this song was written with nothin' in mind, Nothin' at all of any kind, Nothin' at all in any degree, Nothin' to it that I can see,...   Nothin'...   Nothin'...   It just grew...   Out of a poverty of intellect.
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