On Little Jump
Below me is green
Above is an azure sky
I am not so keen
To use the rope to get to the next guy
What if it snaps
What if I slip and fall
Will I take eternal naps
Or should I not worry after all
One little jump over the edge
One little slide and then I'll get off
Just have to move away from the edge
And give up some beef stroganaff
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