The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Rocks and Gravel

Rocks and gravel, gravel and rocks, in Lake Huron you get a few knocks.
Rocks and gravel, gravel and rocks, stub your big toe and you fall like an ox.

Down at the waterfront you really have it rough
Walking on the sizzling sand you think you've had enough.
Into the icy depths you want to run and flee
Until you hear the friendly call of "buddies, 1, 2, 3."

Rocks and gravel . . .

Data entry tech comment:

Informant and collector are the same person.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT