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BOY: No, you can't--
GIRL: Yeah, my mommy said so.
BOY: Oh, whoops.
Well, I don't know what to do about what.
BOY: Well, go ahead.
Hey, Fred.
Hey, you did it.
GIRL: Well, maybe if we're really good.
BOY: Uncle Bert's gonna be here, and--
GIRL: Maybe then he'll tell us a story.
BOY: Oh, look.
Here he is now.
BERT: Uh, boys and girls?
Boys and girls?
BOY: He probably doesn't want to tell us a story.
BERT: Hello, boys and girls.
Boys and girls?
Quiet!
Thank you.
I am here today to give you all a show and tell.
And today, my show and tell is about my rock.
[SINGING]
Most people want a doggie, or a yellow parakeet.
But if you asked me, I would say there's nothing quite as
neat as a rock.
My rock.
It doesn't wag its tail, and it doesn't sing all day.
But you never have to walk it, and it doesn't run away.
My rock.
My rock.
It's quiet and it's friendly, and it's always very neat.
And you never have to bathe it.
And it never has to eat.
Oh, you can have your hamsters and your
goldfish by the score.
If I live to be a hundred, I will never ask for
more than my rock.
My rock.
Upon what does a bullfrog like to hop?
A rock.
What once was a majestic mountaintop?
A rock!
What once was at the bottom of the sea?
A rock!
What hurts if I should drop it on your knee?
A rock!
What forms the firm foundation of a wall?
A rock!
What makes the very bestest pet of all?
That's right, a rock!
All poodle pups and parakeets are all you ever see.
And rocks are only really loved by guys like me.
But let me tell ya, mister, if you had one, you'd agree,
there's nothing quite so wonderful, or truly
remarkable as a rock.
My old faithful rock.
So, boys and girls, thank you for--
oh.
Oh, well.
Let's go, rock.
Heel.
Good boy.