On one long sunlit weary day
I stumbled on a stone on my way
And there I had a nasty tumbling over
into the dirt as if a mower
Then, I stood with fury like a bread soaked in water
as to cast the stone away into gutter
Just then, I realized a mean little viper
was waylaying next to the stone in ire
How happy I am that I stumbled on the stone
'cos if not, I'd have stepped on the snake
And there, if I'd stepped on the snake
I'd be lying a cold stiff next to the stone
How grateful I am to the stumbling block
as it turned to be a refuge rock
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