During the industrial age
Tales about the Old Man spread more
Some were fact and others legend
Still, the people enjoyed the lore

A highway was built through the notch
Later became an interstate
Huge trucks created vibrations
Pollution soon came to his lake

No longer a lush, green valley
His face became a tool for greed
Trying to lure more tourists in
The piranha began to feed

Vibrations swept through his mountain
Moving just one rock at a time
Forming cracks all around his home
His foundation no longer prime

Despite one family's efforts
To hold Old Stone Face in his place
It was just a matter of time
Before we'd lose sight of his face

The Old Man sent us messages
But they simply fell on deaf ears
All of the warnings were ignored
Some said you could see the Man's tears

So, a piece of our history
Would soon come to a bitter end
People came to see him and asked
"What's happening to our old friend?"

Then on May Third, Two Thousand Three
The Old Man came crashing on down
But I still remember the times
He helped chase away many a frown

I believe we should rebuild him
Yes, we have the technology
He was such an amazing sight
Bring him back for our kids to see!

Not simply as our state's icon
Cry out with a rallying call
"Let us rebuild that Old Stone Face
As an inspiration for all"

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