Hey there, you, walkin' all alone,
    It's me talking to ya, me, the stone!
    Why don't you haul off an' give me a boot?
    I've spent 10 years beside this root.
    I come into town on a gravel truck,
    They unloaded me here and here I'm stuck.
    The guy on my right is old Gravel Gus,
    He got stuck in the tread of a Greyhound Bus,
    Spent 15 years out on the road!
    Woulda' been there yet, but the bus got towed,
    An' he flew out and he landed here,
    Now all his travel tales I gotta hear.
    Guy on my left is Old Man Slate,
    Kid skimmed him across the lake,
    He made 15 skips far and wide,
    And fell in the grass on the other side---
    Say, you look sorta drunk the way you walk,
    And you know durn well us stones can't talk!
                                  H.B. Carlisle