Mallory the Mite
Climbed all day and night
Right legs in front of left legs
Left legs in front of right

And what was he climbing?
‘twas only a molehill
And how many steps?
He wasn’t counting

Because he could be sure
That when you’re so small
Every molehill might as well be
The world’s tallest mountain.

Mallory the Mite - A funny poem about a mountain-climbing mite