I set a
voyage
To a
forbidden mountain
For to
treasure gold
I was once
told
To avoid the
poison herbs
Down the
valley
However, I
made a choice
To employ and
appoint
Someone for
any turmoil
We prowl, day
in and day out
In shower and
broil
To treasure
thousand pots of gold
Throughout
the journey
We neither
complain nor annoy,
Never bounce
back either
Finally,
Found Not
Gold,
Yet Chowder!
