Harry Smith had a big pet rock
That he took everywhere with him.
He kept it in his fanny pack,
He even named his pet rock “Jim”.

Now Harry found a boat, one day,
And took Jim for a row-about.
They hit a stump out on the lake
And Jim and Harry both fell out.

The water wasn’t very deep
But Harry’s splashing made a racket.
I bet, instead of his pet rock,
He wished he’d had a pet life-jacket!