Here's to climbing, one and all,
Up a frozen waterfall,
Or a rocky overhanging wall.

If it's vertical, you'll find me there,
And you may call me devil-may-care,
But like a devil, I'll take the dare.  

So outta my way, 'cause my only goal, is for me to be up there, not some other soul,
I don't even care if it takes a toll,
And I end up cratered in a newly-made hole.

I've got my trusty rack and rope, and more than just a little hope,
That once I start to leave the ground,
I won't be coming right back down.

It's not a real sport, it's been said,
Unless there's a chance you'll wind up dead.
I've heard that there's this thing called fear,
And "self-preservation", when you're way up here.

But I'm just feeding my climbing jones, and what are a few more broken bones?
A friend above me said, I quote "I'm gonna fall!";
I said "whatever floats your boat."

But falling's just the price you pay,
To get to come outside and play.
Head injuries?  Well they're just a scratch,
I've had worse, and keep climbing, natch.

But when all that's left between my ears, is scar tissue, I can forget my fears.
It makes me naturally immune,
To more brain damage, and what a boon!

But I get even braver when,
It's you I send, up the sharp end

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