Stone, stone, stone,
How ancient and wise you must be.
With ages and ages of knowledge and pages
of books hidden within your gray outside.

Stone, stone, stone,
What would happen if you were to be thrown?
Into a river, down a hill, past the moss-covered path to the mill.
Into the lake, dark and deep,
Where for many a year you soundly sleep.

Stone, stone, stone,
You seem to be extremely tame.
If a person trips, are you to blame?
Is your long life but a useless game?
Do you find human culture lame?
Or do you think it's all the same,
Because you are a stone?
Stone, stone, stone.