Riverstone

Foul-mouthed, snacking on
Ugly stitches from lowly burrows
And at last, with furrowed brow
I push so gently

And at last, with courage tapped
I push so swiftly
And at last, I could a mouse
Reach so swiftly

Stomping on land
I am a hound
I am a class of my own
Stomping on land
I am a hound
I am a class of my own
Stomping on land
I am a hound
I am a class of my own

A river of stone of my own
A river of stone
A river of stone of my own
A river of stone
A river of stone of my own
A river of stone

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light