Stone

Once I was a grub, many years ago. I lived in muck and mud, many years ago. But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune. When the Good Lord was done in the warmth of the sun. I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away. Once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival. And once I was a carp and lived in waters ornamental. And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the Bible, Said "pretty boy, pretty boy, St. Luke". Once I was a mule, a many years ago. But my master treat me cruel, a many years ago. By and by I was sick, couldn't move to his kick, so he took out a stick And hit it right 'cross my back to an almighty crack, And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue. I was born a human baby, many years ago. I was born unto a lady, many years ago. All our hopes they were piled on the back of a child that turned out to be wild. Sent the devil a prayer and caused the parson to swear. So I took my leave to lie and thieve my way to jail.