Troubling tips from tales of hell
Is what you’ll get from what I tell.
Solid stories of sorrow is all I have
Of which I’ve gathered using my calves.

Best believe to bet I won’t stay long
For I must hurry and rush along.
As all to ask, I tell the same
Of how I got my unfortunate fame.

Go great and get really social
And make time to be boastful.
For fast a fight, the time will come
When you wish to restart numb.

Large land of lakes is what I miss
From the younger times of bliss.
Knobs kept for keeping these thoughts
Were turned to release such knots.
And yet despite such a steep mountain.

To peak, I've reached, and so will you.
Only to descend when ready to