He got me skiis for Christmas,
I have always wanted some.
I don’t know how to use them,
Henry said the skills would come.

I couldn’t wait to get here
To descend the steepest drift,
And to hang ‘tween sky and earth
On the death defying lift.

Headlong down the slope I go,
Excitement meant to thrill me.
But I think I’ve learned the truth,
Henry’s trying to kill me!