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3 And shouts come Helen let's climb a hill, You little muggins I'm sure you will, The wet brush ticks and clover Make
me happy all over. She is growing wilder all the time, As I'm trying to tell in prose and rhyme, And climbs so well it
doth appear Some day she'll be a mountaineer, So wondrous wise, so wondrous strong, So wondrous gold, so wondrous long,
Where'er a mountain lifts its head, Upon its top she'll make her bed, She'll scale the very highest peak Of that wild land
called Mozambique, And if you only think to ask her She'll (tramp the peaks) of Madagascar, And shout and dance and wave
her hat On the very top of Ararat. Some doubting say There's many a slip Between the mountain's footy and illegible tip
But all her features proclaim the climber As this fine letter proclaims the rhymer. 06270