A few miles away, stood a hill
Which the simple villagers revere
It is said that all cold and wind
Came from the foot of the hill
And so the villagers admired it,
If their day was cheerless and hot
It is that someone angered it,
Took a piss on roots by the hillside
Or that kids threw stones upward!
It must be one of those reasons,
But, that’s a village sentiment
And who am I to deny village suspects?