“Sticks and stones may break my bones” they say
Yes, “words will never hurt me” they say
But I am but a pebble of a stone
Free for people to throw across a river, lake or pond.
No one can tell the difference from me to any of the other small stones
‘rock, paper, scissors’ is how the game goes
To see which team goes first to pick
They go to and thro.
They pick the big rocks, they pick the smart stones
But I am just a pebble, picked last, alone.
I sit out once again
Of all the fun and games,
I want to be a rock! It makes me feel lame!
The day goes by, I’m home, safe and sound
My home is where I imagine, and dream profound
I dream that I’m a rock, like all of the rest.
Maybe even a stone, so smart, and the best
I see stones and rocks on tv, they are doing sports
One even calls himself “the rock” or some sort…
“rocky” they would chant “the peoples champion” he would scream
But most of that fame isn