My Pet Rock
Has anybody seen my pet rock, I lost him somewhere on this block
I got him as a baby in a stream, his stringy hair was mossy green
But I took him home alas for me, he lost all his hair completely
Poor child, poor poor pet rock, he’s gone I do not know where
It’s been a strained ten year quest, I’ve looked here and there... and there
Perhaps he returned to the stream, to his father mother, brothers
Maybe I lost him in a dream, where I know that I have lost others
I foolishly neglected him, I didn’t talk to him for days on end
I know his temper was wearing thin, the breach I did not quckly mend
Now I miss him all the time and look for him with such furiousness
Why didn’t I take much better care, why do I sense such seriousness
For the loss of my pet rock, upon whom I’d placed such stock
Pet rock, if you ever read this, you must know that you must heed this
Fervent exclamation of grief, if you come back I’ll have such relief
You’ll never be out of my sight, never day or never night
Pet Rock, Pet Rock, you rock