Chomolungma's Complaint

I want to live solitarily High above the scenery And so I did for quite some time Until one day they began to climb And finally reached the top of me That was Nineteen Fifty-Three When messrs Norgay and Hillary Committed their grave crime And gazed upon my face But I will have my revenge on thee So that you will leave me be I'll cut down hundreds in their prime You will know the final word is mine And all of you will see That you must learn your place