Oh, down the downy cliff I go,
Falling free for my love true,
And there she’s shouting, “You’re too slow!
I would fall more fast for you!”
Small tree slides by, large rocks fly by,
Down and down I faster go,
And smaller grows the shrinking sky,
While louder her soft voice does grow.
“Oh, can’t you fall more faster, dear?
Must I wait the whole long day?”
At last I hit; I’m in the clear.
But where’s my Love? She’s run away!
Then Ha ha ha! and Hee hee hee!
I hear behind a greenish hill,
And Love runs bumping into me
And we both fall like Jack and Jill.
We roll on grass, I kiss her twice;
She half frowns at me.
Done playing then, I kiss her thrice,
All for ageless victory!