Woody Wouldn't
Debuted 03.17.01
Hanging by a thread to thick to cling to,
Waiting for the strands to slip away.
I'll be glummed if I'm denied a simple twist and tie.
But at that size a knot did rise, up and up and up and up and up.
Woody woundn't give up, Woody wouldn't drop.
Steady set, I must hang on, must get to the top.
Woody climbed the cliffs of twine, the mountains nappy crest.
Apex attained he fell aground, a pounding in his chest.
Woody stayed right where he layed and slept like a log.
Woody wound't give up, woody wouldn't drop.
Fought all day with labored breath and didn't stop.
Fought his way from brink of death to reach the top.