Zinc
I went out mining and looking for zinc
I passed across rivers, past flowers so pink.
I drew some lines here on my paper with ink,
A fellow could follow my map I do think.
Your footing be careful, in bogs you might sink
The water you carry is what you can drink
it gets in your eye and causes a blink.
Hammer that rock and make it go chink
the pack that you brought, you fill to the brink.
A hoist to your back, a strap to unkink
Then off to your home, quite happy I think!