Will you Climb?
Who said what I said? Climb the mountain if you have to.
Who put ropes on my child, who scared the girl to death?
I woke you all up in the morning, there was sassafrass in the woebegones
But we were much so much, closer to Mexico, Deep in face, ready to climb
The carob beaners went up the wall, The first awakes did all the lead-work
The wait-behinds, they talked so gaily, and the pretty girl told us of muslim-stalk…