On The Mountain Top

On the mountain top, 

I am born to stand the shouting sup,

And tell the lion, tiger, eagle, cricking up

That my hand is their power envying-lop.

I am born to stand the creeping crop 

That's to slay the mountain's flipping flop.

The cool breeze crowns me sleeping slop

At mid a night, when power is dripping drop.

I am strong; I'm not like a leaping lop 

That's to be held and used as a melting mop.

On the route to the top, stands gripping gallop 

That I must jump in a hackle, heavy hipping hop.

Sure! on the mountain top,

I am born to stand the shouting sup!

I am strong; my faith I sell not in a shouting shop,

I am strong; I am not like a blab corn popping pop.