IF KILIMANJARO FALLS

I
I have lived in pain not without disdain
Scores of times wounded by the pistol of the country
The old me
I stayed in a disfigured grange in the country
on three pence a day,
crashed.
Me,I have been crushed by cosmic stones
and titanic icebergs
but
in the devil's paradise I did and arise
little like lice
to grab a penny
to still my tummyache

I'm a spirited son of the sun and mouse
I sojourned with the galaxies of goblins,
Infinite infinitesimal foxes.
I enjoyed pain born of ding-dong battles
but
I enjoyed sometimes
Some time the flautist in the village fete
shaking with bevy of sassy thighs in upskirts.

I enjoyed sometimes
The same me
saw cold Victoria falls burn
and never was concerntrated at all,
how then can l fall
if Kilimanjaro falls?

If Kilimanjaro falls
I shall still stand tall and tall
I shall still stand tall and tall