Upon the bedrock doth the sinking sand

Abound in stores of frailty and benign

Unknown to strength and trust it must befall

It swallows up the home and can't be tall

Not life nor hope nor soul nor ghost be told

Inside the sand the plan of man was bold

He tried to stand upon the land; too bad

A man the plan could not stand straight to bare.

Another lad took care to share his plan

A rock, a stone, where home has grown; atoned

Lay high atop the hill and there it stands

The sky upholds this choice it says "behold!"

So proud it's told it is the way to go

Foundation's care upon his plan of gold