Once we found our way to the top

we just hoped we would not flop

We stood there like a king

holding our golden ring

We found an old house

inside was the coolest mop



we made it to the top

Up on the hilltop

it was the best day

on the last day of May



On our long journy down

we can see our long lost town

As we slipped on a twig

off came my wig

soon came a large frown



we made it to the top

Up on the hiltop

it was the best day

on the last day of May