A cutter of stone walking down the road    Coming home from a hard day's working    And he passed the house of a wealthy man   He stole a glance inside       Look at those mighty fine possessions   Fancy rugs and bamboo window treatments    I'm but a lowly cutter of stone   I wish those things were mine      A puff of smoke, his wish was granted   He had become that very wealthy merchant    Two elephants in his garage   Eight-wheel drive, really big trunks      Now it's milk, now it's honey   No cutting stone, just naps and counting money    'Til he heard a noise and he looked outside   A mighty king by his house did ride      "I wish I was that mighty king   It's not enough just having all these fancy things"    Another puff, and there he sat   Atop that horse, crown for a hat      "Now I've got power, ooh I've got bliss   And people bow, it couldn't get much better than this"    But the blazing sun was unimpressed   And beat down hard on his royal breast      The king got so hot he did exclaim   "I wish to be the source of such force and flame"    Another whoosh, and there he was   Atop the sky, above the clouds   But of course these clouds did block his rays   So now the mighty sun did say    "Here's what I'd like", he claimed aloud   And thus became that very cloud      So far so good, he floated high   Until a wall of wind came blowing by    Blew him away, but before he went   Another wish, to be that hefty current      So he became without a peer   The rugged gale, the ruler of the atmosphere    'Til he bumped his head and he could not move   On a towering rock, with nothing to prove      "I can't believe this boulder's strength   To be that strong I'd go to any length"    As was his wish, he became that rock   The mightiest force on all the earth      So there he stood for all to see   The pillar of the community    And then a little tapping sound   About five feet off the ground      He felt his form to change and shift   This mighty boulder, bit by bit   What on Earth could move the rock that stopped the wind    That blew the cloud that blocked the sun    That broiled the king who ruled the land    Upon his throne?    A cutter of stone