I stood at the mountain base
Looking up to the very peak
Sun shone on my upturned face
So magestic I couldn't speak

How long would it take to reach the top
I asked my awe struck mind
Not waiting I took a skip and a hop
On the path that would wind

Wind up the mountain so tall
The tallest in all the land
Not fearful that I could fall
Oh, the mountain is so grand

I climbed all day into the night
Then I laid me down to rest
I slept until the morning light
And woke in an eagles nest

Brushing the feathers off my clothes
Stepping back on the winding road
Taking my kerchief to blow my nose
I bumped into a hopping toad

I let the toad cross my path
And I continued to climb
I missed my morning bath
So I began to rhyme

I rhymed all day to pass the time
The air was getting thinner
Oh, this mountain is sublime
But I have missed my dinner

I don't think I'll reach the top
I said in a sweet, sad voice
I think I better stop
For I have no other choice

Heading back down the mountain side
I was whistling a happy tune
About the great ocean tide
And something about the moon

I reached the mountain base
Along about half passed noon
With a smile on my face
And whistling a happy tune.

August 31, 2006

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