Geology Song.
(Pat's Pick, page 93; Song Budget, page 34.) 3 Sharps or 2 Flats
O have you heard Geology sung?
For if you've not, 'tis on my tongue,
About the earth in air that's hung
All full of the strangest fossils.
Chorus—Granite and limestone, chalk and marls
Big conglomerates all in snarls,
Layers of rocks, in knots and gnarls,
All full of the strangest fossils.
All through the earth some metals are found
Sometimes they come above the ground,
With rocks in blocks and balls so round,
And thousands of queer little fossils.
Springs of water, hot and cold,
Veins of copper, grains of gold,
Finest sand and richest mold,
And thousands of queer little fossils.
Our lights and fires, our victuals and drink,
All come from the earth with many a clink.
Oil, coal and salt thus make us think,
And thousands of queer little fossils.
Hideous reptiles, too, appear
With names and forms both very queer,
To tell them all would take a year.
These wonderful bouncing fossils.
