Norway's peaks, so grand and tall,
Majestic mountains, seen by all.
Galdhøpiggen, the highest one,
In Jotunheimen, under the sun.
A long walk up, no ropes you need,
A summit reached, a happy deed.
Gaustatoppen, a lovely sight,
With views that fill you with delight.
In Telemark, it stands so proud,
Above the mist, above the cloud.
Snøhetta, high in Dovrefjell,
With wild plants and tales to tell.
Reindeer roam on grassy ground,
Where nature's beauty can be found.
Trolltunga, a tongue of stone,
Hangs in the air, all alone.
Over the lake, a wondrous view,
A rocky marvel, fresh and new.
Preikestolen, a flat rock wide,
Where sky and water coincide.
It drops so steep, a thrilling place,
With fjord below, a watery space.
Kjerag, another wonder near,
Holds a boulder, banishing fear.
Kjeragbolten, a stone held fast,
A thousand meters, built to last.
Norway's mountains, strong and bold,
Stories in their rocks unfold.
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