when I look around, I see artifacts to which I'm bound,
the ones I have found, are certainly the most profound,
amazing is the ground, and its secrets left unsound,
just look around, bend down and see what's abound!

rocks, crystals, plants, tools, metals, fractals,
it's all there pals, betels, nettles, and petals,
from ancient worlds, imbibed in mettles,
magic that settles, like the bones of pterodactyls!

instruments that cut through bones, blades that can be thrown,
capsules that can be blown, nifty explosive stones,
their content shall remain unknown, the mystery is postpone,
sittin on my throne I keep puffin this cone, go get your own!