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(by Charlie "Brown" Artman; learned from him in the 1960s)

(music to go here)

I am a little foothold, away up on a peak;
And no one ever visits me or listens to me speak.
I often get discouraged, I'm all alone, you see,
I am just a little foothold, and no one thinks of me.

But one day a mountain climber, he climbed with skill and grace,
He put his great big klettershoe right upon my face;
The words that he spoke right then, they filled my heart with song,
God bless you, little foothold, you're right where you belong.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)