Downhill all the way,
Time wasted all day;
What a harrowing trip
To the mountain bottom;
Washed away
By a valley stream,
Going flowing;
What a dream,
A nightmare in fact,
An apple cider fountain
Burns my tongue
And chills my bones;
Where am I going
With this?
I wonder
I hear thunder.
Oh no!
And the rains came,
Tumbling down
The waterfall I go;
Cascading balls of fire
And whirlwinds
Buffet the shore,
And the river winds down
Until it comes to the sea;
And I’m back on
The ocean again
Lying on a bed of kelp,
Calling for help,
‘Oh, great galloping Buddha!
What have I gotten
Myself into now!’
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