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