I carefully learned all the verses to a great little Celtic tune about a widow with incredible endurance who outlasted the Devil before TOMRV... ("At 69 the widow laughed, 'Again, Again!' she cried... the devil said, "Well, I can see, just how your husband died.")
... but the song that was actually rolling through my brain ended up being "Ain't no gra-a-a-a-a-a-a-ve can ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-ld my body down..."
If it's a quick hill, it will be the PUnk Polka ("Jump, jump, jump, jump up and down in place - Drive a safety pin into your face - excuse me while I leave the human race, and do the punk polka.")
And often it boils down to... "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... okay, 10 more times around... 10 more..." but at least *now* I can say "if you keep moving, you've always ended up at the top."



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