Molten Vole

I maneuvered to the pier
So the gulls could wave to me
Suddenly a strong wind blustered
Plunging me into the sea

I struck my head on a crab
As I slowly sank

My head's bleeding
And I have lost my socks
On this island of rocks

Around each deserted corner
Another rock stands and waits
Patiently staring as I try
To observe their traits

This one looks friendlier
It is smooth and smiling

My head's bleeding
And I have lost my socks
On this island of rocks

I can't find my socks
On this island of rocks

I just can't find my rocks
Have you seen my rocks
On this island of socks?