It’s Three layers to the center of the earth
Your mustard tree barely breaks through One
Your mountains won’t budge though you dig deep within
It’s the stirring of the core that bursts forth
Your oceans barely break through the core
Your deepest of valleys cannot stay dry
Your layers will move as your roots hold on
Your cold, hard crust doesn’t stand a chance
Magma is a gentleman but it won’t stand
to see things stay the same in this Tenth place
(Do you not remember who came to whom)
