A Petoskey stone I sold today,
I sanded and polished since early May,
It sold for a buck,
It was not good luck,
To send it out I had three bucks to pay.
I started to polish a Petoskey stone,
It's a fossil corral not a fossil bone,
It lived in the Devonian Era,
On our little planet called Terra,
I stopped polishing for an ice cream cone.