Oh why must I sit
upon the cold ground,
While others go walking
and wandering around?
I sit here so still
I make not one sound,
I'm patiently waiting,
Oh I wish to be found.
Don't they all know
how much fun I can be,
To skip on the water
or throw at a tree?
Just pick me up
and then you will see,
I'm just a small rock,
but I'm still me!
Please turn me over
or roll me around,
Stick me in a pocket
put me upside-down!
Tell me a secret
show me 'round town
I really don't care
now that I'm found!
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