Climbing a steep mountain path
I met a stranger coming down
And stopped to chat to catch
My breath and laughing ask
Was it worth it to go on
Would I make it to the view
Before darkness beat me back
I don't remember what he said
When he offered me a bottle of wine
And a small box of biscuits
And a couple of other gifts
He hid behind a little bush
But immediately distracted I went off
To find a sack to carry them in
And found one ridiculously large
Unsure now how to get back
To where I'd left them on the path
And worried would they still be there
And wondered did I really dare
To climb back up that narrow track
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