The volcano is a mountain,
It is like a fountain.
To see it is very beautiful,
But it is not so useful.

Sometimes it can be very rash,
And throws up rock and ash,
High up into the air.
And to go near it no one will care.

And down the hole if we slide,
To the centre of the earth we will ride.
How thrilling and exciting they seem,
As if it were a dream.