Two miced climber, The Turnip Man

Is waiting for the touch of his hand

Climbing to the top without a plan

Like the every daily

Wish that bothers the Turnip Man

Could I do something to reach that star?

Inside my little chamber made of rocks

So he lived the

Turnip Man Turnip Man

With this hands in the rocks

So he climbs

To watch the whole wide star

From the top

Way up high in the sky

With the star in his eyes

Ain't it nice?

The life forever for

Climbing