Prospecting for Gold

Prospecting for gold in a mosquito-infested ravine The junior explorers all mighty keen to prove their skeptics curmudgeony scolds And sure enough, they return all gap-toothed smiles pans overflowing with rare and precious gems The kind prospectors turn up in sequestered mountain glens at the bottom of creeks that twist and turn for miles Old-timers gawk at the kids in wonder their colored stones, all shapes and sizes containing abundant suspicious surprises ~ Whose rock garden did these little ones plunder