Rock Collection

I have a rock collection

It’s quaint and rather small.

I have a little box of stones

Some round, some short, some tall.

I keep the box beneath my bed

And mostly out-of-sight,

But fetch it out each evening,

To wish the rocks “Good Night.”

I have a rock collection

And now it’s grown quite grand,

I have some stones and pebbles

Some gravel and some sand.

I keep it all outdoors now

Inside a plastic bin.

And every time I see it

It makes me bloomin’ grin.

I have a rock collection

It’s now out of control.

I have some great big boulders

Some granite and some coal.

It’s filled our whole backyard up,

My Mom is getting tense.

But it’s okay, there’s still a little

Room down by the fence.

I have a rock collection

And now I need some help.

The last time that Mom saw it

She grimaced with a yelp.

She’s made me give my pebbles

And all my stones away.

But it’s alright, she never said

I can’t move on to clay!

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