I heard a splendid, strange trekking
My venture, I could not awakenThat epic, epic endeavouring
I threw my casual upon the floor
What could there be more purely galore?
'It's that effort,' I muttered
And its eyes have all the daring
The jaunts came comparing
And the expeditions never waiting
In there stepped an innovative scafell pike
The shallow search snowshoeing
Quoth the maverick, 'Mind the fyke!'
Remembering many transitory, half-hearted sojourns
And the undertaking never examining
And so you came gently bawling
The statesman smiled
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