Miris watched all day long
as men climbed up the stairs.
She tried to count them one by one, instead of trading her wares.
When she got to sixty one she’d always lose her count,
And have to start all over again at the bottom of the mount.
Men were stationed here and there, holding swords and spears,
But Miris was a brave little girl, she didn’t have any fears.
She took a deep breath and started again, one, two, three, and four;
And this time, much to her surprise, she made it to sixty-four.
“What’s at the top? I want to know; perhaps I’ll sneak up there.”
So Miris climbed up step by step, hiding here and there.
She past the first guard to her relief and hid behind a slab.
“There isn’t any gold or jewels. I think it’s rather drab!”
The second guard had turned away to watch a bird pass by.
Miris snuck right past him and went another level so high.
She gazed down to where she’d stood. “Wow! I’ve made it so far.”
And up she went, up, up, up, up, nearly to the stars.
The third guard stood with his spear; Miris noticed he was asleep.
He snored real loud and she snuck past, not making even a peep.
“At last I’m nearly to the top. I can’t wait to see
What’s up here at the very top, surrounded by some trees.”
She reached the last and final step and much to her surprise,
There stood a skull with gaping mouth and big holes for its eyes.
She gasped and let out quite a scream, the skull gave her a fright
And ran down all the steps, didn’t stop; it took all day and night.
When she reached the bottom, she kicked the nearest tree.
“What a silly girl I am. How silly can I be?”
One thing she’d forgotten as she tied up all her hairs,
When she’d climbed up to the top she forgot to count the stairs.