It seems we’re on the same path?
When a duck met a sloth
on old Ridgeback Hill,
riding up to the top
in the winter’s chill.
riding up to the top
in the winter’s chill.
Didn’t know it back then,
they were matched by chance,
an unusual friendship,
a strange one at a glance.
they were matched by chance,
an unusual friendship,
a strange one at a glance.
”Cool skis you’ve got there!
Hi, I’m Harry, by the way.”
”My name is Liesel.
And, thanks—that made my day!”
Hi, I’m Harry, by the way.”
”My name is Liesel.
And, thanks—that made my day!”
The hill was a high one,
and the lift old and slow.
By the time they got up there,
Liesel knew she couldn’t go
and the lift old and slow.
By the time they got up there,
Liesel knew she couldn’t go
down the hill
with her blue plastic skis,
her courage had vanished—
”What do I do now? Help, please!”
with her blue plastic skis,
her courage had vanished—
”What do I do now? Help, please!”
”Would you ride with me
on this lift way back down?”
She sighed at the sloth,
her face set in a frown
on this lift way back down?”
She sighed at the sloth,
her face set in a frown
“Glad you asked”, Harry smiled
“Of course I will stay.
The best part of skiing
is the view, anyway”