Ooh Jackie, if you are a caver, (I am) talk about rocks makes you feel romantic and makes you want to burst out in song...
Big Joe Turner, Rocks in my Bed, 1953.
"...I'm underloved, I'm overfed, my gals gone, so instead, I got Rocks in my bed."
Note to Ruby: Don't take your love to town.
Note to Pearl: Yes, you are beautiful and the fact that you know it irritates us all.
Me: I am one of the two incarnations of limestone; Either limestone that has metamorphisized into the purest form of desirable marble, or limestone that has weathered into the basest of materials- Chert, which rymes with dirt, that stands for...Pool?
NO WAIT! I got carried away. Put me down for "Helictite" Yes, thats me, a helictite.