In reply to:
The Camming Song by Jim olsen
(to the tune of Camelot)
A climb was made a distant moon ago here,
With simple gear, by climbers who were hot.
Just ropes and slings and guts were used then,
But I am very wary of exposure;
Runout really puts me on the spot.
What I need to keep my composure,
I camalot! Camalot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But I camalot, camalot,
So I can't fall too far.
Some climbers try to hit the rocks tri-weekly.
Some ersatz climbers only buy the gear.
In short you just cannot
a climber always spot,
unless you see him place a cama-
They surely cost a lot of dough.
I can't afford the gear I know.
But I ascend more routes than I have dreampt of,
and climbing is a sport I really love.
Yet climbing now, in short
s'Become a gear-head sport.
With yuppies buying lots and lots of