Mein Gott! My feet, I feel your pain
I know I've asked too much again
To walk around with so much weight
I know was not your ideal fate
My knees, you creak in agony
But there's so much to so and see
You crave Voltaren every day
to take the soreness right away
My back! My back! You hear me cry
I never meant to climb so high
But if you cope, then late at night
When sleeping, it will all be right.
Oh aged traveller! Solemn soul!
We hope you have achieved your goal
For you have grown quite old and slow,
And now your body will not go!
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