Collecting Rocks
(author unknown)
I think that there shall never be,
An ignoramus quite like me,
Who roams the hills throughout the day,
To pick up rocks that do not pay.
For there's one thing that I've been told,
I take the rocks and leave the gold.
O'er deserts wild or mountains blue,
I search for rocks of varied hue.
A hundred pounds or more I pack,
With
(
Read more... )