The Yeti - Clutch

Standing waist high in snow

What brought me here I do not know

Sky is filled with starry scenes

Of heroes and their greatest deeds

Satellites move across the sky

And every year they multiply

Father bear is sound asleep

And will be so for several weeks

Across the plain I see a figure

Every instant growing bigger

Instinct tells me to run away

While faith proposes that I wave

He approaches to a rod

I whisper up a prayer to God

The stranger asks me with a grin

«Do you have the time my friend?»

Himalaya is my old time stomping ground

(oh yes, time is of the essence)

Manitoba, better snows I’ve never found

(oh yes, time is of the essence.)

The author looms above his page

And thinks it strange that at his age

He can not find the proper words

To describe his only world

One would think that in a life

Where no two snowflakes are alike

One would have a brilliant rhyme

For each and every bit of time

Himalaya is my old time stomping ground

(oh yes, time is of the essence)

Manitoba, better snows I’ve never found

(oh yes, time is of the essence.)