A glowstone moon,
Shines across the sand,
Come home soon,
From your foreign land...
A river through a forest,
Across the jungle,
Take a rest,
Fill your bundle.
Stone pickaxe broke,
Iron swords all I need,
Is that smoke?
Attracted to Feed.
A trickle of lava,
Into a ravine,
I spy water,
Unlike none I've seen.
Make my way down,
Guided by torchlight,
What've I found,
Glinting in the dark night?
Iron pick,
Fresh to use,
Chink Chink Click,
I break on through.
Diamond drop one,
Diamond drop two,
Break through of sun,
Glinting off the blue.
Diamond drop three,
Diamond drop four,
All I see,
Is this vein of ore.
Diamond drop five,
The last ones mine,
Enough to survive,
Feeling fine.
SsS sSs SsS,
Hear the fabled sound,
Swords in my hand,
Turn around.
One strike,
Two strike,
Three strike,
RUN!
Leg it out,
To the rising sun,
A grateful shout,
No hearts lost bar one.
Run to the forest ,
Punch a tree,
Craft a work bench,
Smiling with glee.
Grab some sticks,
Diamonds aplenty ,
Just five clicks,
And then uses three-twenty.
Diamond pickaxe,
Finest tool in the land,
And there it laid,
Resting in my hand.
Three more clicks,
And a sword was mine too,
A deadly mix,
A shining turqoise blue.
And that is the tale,
Of a foreign land,
Beyond the forest and jungle,
I long for my home sand.
