There was a little boy, Ike, who liked to hike
And decided to climb a peak.
He'd had a vision that this decision
Would help improve his technique.
So one day, a bright winter day
Ike set off on his quest.
All dressed in his winter bag and vest
that would help him conquer the mountain test.
He climbed and he scaled
Trying his best not to fail.
He was hiking without fault
Until his journey came to a halt.
As the yellow sun began to fall
Ike, in his journey, hit a wall.
He couldn't continue through the night
The thought of it gave him quite a fright.
So he sought refuge in a nearby cabin.
He knocked and knocked, but no one was in.
Getting colder, Ike unpacked his blanket
And curled up on the porch.
As he slept, a figure approached
Engulfing Ike in the light of their torch.
"Cup of tea Dear?" said a female voice
So comforting and warm.
Ike cast a slow, sleepy nod
And peered out of the window at the misty dawn.
"Thank you for taking me in Ma'am" said Ike
So grateful and timid.
"Not at all! I couldn't leave you out there.
That would be mean and crooked".
Her name was Clara and she studied the hills.
It was her job; how she paid the bills.
When she met Ike and learned of his goal
She decided to join him on his epic mountain stroll.
So Clara and Ike set off to hike
In the new sunny day.
They climbed the rocks to reach the top
And nothing would stand in their way.
