There is a boy climbing the hill
who the teachers seek to kill
or sedate with a little pill
to end all his progress.
As they shot his legs he stumbled
and to the bottom he then tumbled,
but his courage never crumbled
to start the climb again.
He knows the hill is infinite
and that his climbing shoes don’t fit –
But I’ve heard from him, in spite of it:
‘I’ll walk on bloody feet!’