Well, I’m nearly there,
the mountain’s climbed over time,
and now there’s none left.
I’m scooping ice cream,
into little wafer cones,
with flake chocolates.
The BBQs gone,
all cleaned and packed away,
with ten sausages.
Thinking of summer,
and warmer sunnier days,
and no Omicron.
I’ve saddled my horse,
and I’m ready to ride out,
and leave this old town.
I am in a state,
and not sure which way is out,
but best go one way.
I’m looking for one,
and something good and tasty,
to keep me hungry.
