I was like a third grader on Show and Tell day with a boring rock collection Although it took me years to create And much resiliency through countless voyages I had no intention of having it on display
But you were there A rare and unique beauty For you, my show went on and on I displayed parts of me, piece by piece, by piece Hiding nothing away
"This is from the time I sat on the beach and let the waves form me." "This is from the time I was boiling hot and shot out of the earth." You politely asked questions at first An "ooh" and "ah" here and there You're kind in that way
"This is from the time I surrounded myself with lots of other broken rocks for far too long." "These are my remains from the time I jumped off a cliff." I forgot to practice good showmanship Leave them wanting more I thought, maybe if I go on, you'll stay
"This is from the time I was under enormous heat and pressure." "This is from the time I stumbled down a gigantic mountain." I was consumed by the hope of captivating you Maybe there was at least one noticeable rock in my bucket Or perhaps a chance that I have quite an impressive array
I regained my senses The clouds of hope that had muddled my view had now cleared I noticed I ran out of "cool" rocks Or maybe I never had any I realized that I lost your attention long ago anyway
You were preoccupied with thinking about how cool the magician that came before me was I thought, "Pleh, how cool is creating illusions and disappearing just to reappear in a box somewhere in another room or making you jump through flaming hoops?" Or maybe you were anxiously awaiting the Show and Tell Grand Finale The kid with the adorable puppy I guess I really can't say
I decided to end my show with a bucket full of unseen rocks I walked back to my desk shoulders slouched Head slumped, level with the creaky old floor I made a wish for the magician to return to thrill you with endless spellbinding tricks Or maybe you'd be able to go home with the kid with the puppy How cool is geology anyway?