I saw a little blond boy
Hugging a small, bleak rock
Was the rock his toy?
Or did he get it instead of his sock?
I asked the little sweet boy
About his dull black rock
He said it was his favorite toy
Then he happily began to talk
He said he had had a pair of socks
He said he didn't need two
So he took one of the dull rocks
And gave his sock, colored blue
I asked the little boy
Who took his blue sock
And gave him the toy
That was a plain rock
He said it was a man around the block
A guy that was desperately in need
Of a good blue, colorful sock
So I did a memorable deed
I passed on that sock that was blue
And the man gave me his small rock
Since he really didn't need two
Then he turned away and began to walk
That's how I got my toy
So now I don't have a sock
Said the happy little boy
Hugging the dull bleak rock!
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