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Behold, Oh Lute,
The Marvelous Butte,
Now don't you long
To ski so strong
The hills so steep
With Powder so deep?
To shred with grace
The huge North Face?
To have a ball
On the Headwall?
You see, O Lute,
To ski the Butte
Is fun and hard
For this young bard.