COLLECTING ROCKS
I think that there shall never be
an ignoramus just like me,
who roams the hills throughout the day,
to pick up rocks for zero pay.
For there’s one thing that I’ve been told,
I take the rocks and leave the gold!
Over deserts wild and under sky so blue,
I search for rocks of varied hue.
A hundred pounds or more I pack,
With blistered feet and aching back,
And after this is said and done
I cannot name a single one.
I pick up rocks where ever I go
The reason why I do not know.
For rocks are found by fools like me
Where God intended them to be.
Though now I'm told the rocks aren't mine,
it's the State who owns these gems so fine!
Yet with all I spend on tax and fees,
I had thought the State was me!
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