There's No Bismuth Like This Bismuth
That is Bismuth, I know
Iridescent with metallic yellow
Quite unique, collectors seek it so
There has never been a stone so mellow,
That any fellow has seen aglow

There's no rock show like my rock, oh
It's not one that you'd throw
Hunt and scratch in Germany, or dig in France
Search wherever, no circumstance,
You'd ever find one greater,
There is just no chance..
None glow like my Rainbow

All other rock hunters are jealous of mine
They suspect the best collection yet
Could sell it on Ebay, but I shall decline
Bismuth and my heart make too great a set
Much magic in this lovely crystal egg
I'll let 'em die with envy, or just beg...

There's No Bismuth like my Bismuth
It's high Bismuth, I know
Though there's other ores that I've acquired
None I'd miss as much if they were gone
What, my whole life through, I have desired
Can shame the sparkle of early dawn

There's no passion that is passion
Like this Bismuth, unlocks
Up until I owned it, I was just a punk
With wimp collections made up of junk
Now, ecstacy consumes me since I found that chunk
I'm thrilled down to my socks...
I get...off on my rocks !