As the light focused in sugercube corner the loud audinced shushed itself as a lone made her way out to be he stage the only sound that of silence and pinkie using a vuvazla. And she begun
Rocks tall and strong
Small and stubborn
Built to wistand that of the strength of an apple clan
But what can a rock due when its not protecting itself
It shakes and rocks back and forth
Up and down
Side to side
Its quakes loud
its silence wrong
It hits you with no fault
Annoys you
But this my rock
Mine and mine alone
For this rock has stayed with me thru and thru
When I'm sad or when I'm glad
For you are my cavern of shelter
My pink little rock
And you I can gladly and proudly call
My rock.
