Come and listen to a story
’bout the Snow Rocket
A fast mountaineer,
his skiing, they would mock it.

And then one day
he was racing down the slope,
Towards another skier
who’s safety had no hope.

Nacho that is, ex-ski instructor, ex-snow patrol.

Well the first thing you know,
ol Jason’s in a bind,
Skifolk said “Heeey cuidate!
You’ll hit him from behind!”
But twas too late,
Snow Rocket couldn’t stop,
And when the snow settled,
Nacho began to hop.

On one leg that is, jostled joint, knee high.

“Aw it’s fine, but you owe me a beer,
The day is almost over or so I hear.”
Skifolk said “Frozen slopes, time to flee.”
So they loaded up the car and headed back to sea.

Barcelona, that is. Gaudi, Ramblas, Pickpockets.

Well now’s time to say goodbye
to Jason and all his friends.
And they thank Andorra
fer kindly lettin’ ‘em in.
You’re all invited back again to this locality,
To have a heapin’ helpin’ of their hospitality.

Meetup Hiking Group that is. Ski awhile, don’t forget your bathing suit.

Y’all need it for the hot tub!

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