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I am a Rock.
I am a rock, all hard and useless, But if I were precious, Maybe I could be of some use. If I were a Diamond, Oh! How nice it would be. All kingdoms would fight for me. Huge and bright, I would be worth a fight, But sadly, I’m not a diamond. If I were a Ruby, All red and shiny, I would make all the other stones, Go green with envy. Queens would covet me, And Kings admire, But sadly, I’m not a ruby. If I were Coal, Not so beautiful I suppose, But at least I could be of some help. I’d work in trains, But I’d get burned up, No way! So, I’m happy just being a rock. Even though I’m useless and hard, At least I cause no trouble, Unlike those pretty precious stones.
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