As he walked on the cliff top, he tripped,
And over the cliff edge he slipped,
And downward would go,
To the rocks far below
Had he not, on his way, a bush gripped.

He whimpered: "oh hell, it's not fair."
Then yelled: "Help! is anyone there?"
He listened - no sound,
But the wind whistling round,
For travellers in those parts were rare.

Again he yelled: "Anyone there?"
For the bush, from his hand, soon would tear;
Then a voice from a cloud,
In tones deep and loud,
Intoned: "God, that's me,'s everywhere."

God said: "Soon, my son, you'll be free
Of life's cares, so let go that tree,
There's joy ever after,
With gladness and laughter,
Up here in the heavens with me."

He gazed down the precipice sheer,
And soft from his eye rolled a tear
With one final yelp,
He cried out: "Oh help!
Is anyone *else* standing near?"

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Last updated: Wed, 26 Sep 2001.