The man who points stands in one spot.
He points at trees, at birds and rocks.
He points at stars, when the night rolls in.
And then at the sun as the day begins.
'It's rude to point,' people all say.
'But I just love to point all day!'
'I hope that I will never stop.'
But then one day his arm fell off.
It's a cautionary tale kids. Take warning.