Ditty

If searles right, and a stone bes merely a stone, until we construct it into a wall

And I’m speaking for us all,

Thens gold and what we assign to’t,

Could we not say the leaves of a plant were worth their weight in’t?

Perhaps say it’s idealistic, I’d say it’s simple logic,

To give life it’s value due to its very soul, and so I love you, as tho the world depended ‘pon it

From that little stone top of earth’s summit

I’d give you your proper value as I see it: Queen above all