Hilltop

Once we found our way to the top
we just hoped we would not flop
We stood there like a king
holding our golden ring
We found an old house
inside was the coolest mop

we made it to the top
Up on the hilltop
it was the best day
on the last day of May

On our long journy down
we can see our long lost town
As we slipped on a twig
off came my wig
soon came a large frown

we made it to the top
Up on the hiltop
it was the best day
on the last day of May