The Tip of the Horn

I am telling you boy Don’t go that way She said over and over But the path pulled me up Towards the top of the peak It was icy and cold No one could sleep But I couldn’t heed one word That was said For it was all or nothing for me And by God that’s the way it would be So we climbed through the night Though the Sherpa’s sighed I was destined to peak Before sunrise At three AM we could see the summit It was 1000 meters to go, but we met a Yeti Sitting upon on a rock Smoking a cigar He said you’ll never make it that far I pulled off my mask And asked how did he know? He grinned and let out a howl It shook my bones to my very soul And he said you should listen to your Heart not your soul I turned my head and realized at last That she was right Why had it taken a Yeti to know When a goat was right That I was going to fail Come short of a fight.