That Magic Mountain Thing

Up the magic mountain

My friends and I did go,

We pushed aside the curtains

Of azaleas and white rose 

No forks were to be seen, 

No paths to be considered

We nearly stopped to dream,

But decided not to dither 

The only way is up,

My friends and I did sing

As we laboured to the top 

We didn’t even swing

Then we hit the summit 

And gave ourselves a pat

Until we felt a plummet

At the thought of going back