When i have a child
with a face cute and mild
I shall say to him
'O my child, u shall rest
at the top of everest!
I shall send you off at the foot
oh, i wish to come with you, but i rather not!
for there are many, many others!
to get past the storm and glaciers.
Remember, God is everywhere
find him, and u shall succeed!
O my child, you shall rest
at the top of everest!
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