Climbing climbing, up and away
Through the fog of a summer’s day
Up through the mist and the twists and the turns
Onwards and upwards your legs start to burn
But to be the first to reach this quarry
You’re going to need to decipher this story
We punctured here, where the pitch started to steepen
So it was at our leisure we buried the treasure
If the seasonal gushing of water prevails
Or the bottle hasn’t been eaten by snails
It should remain, in the pipe of a drain
Find it first and you’ll be the one
To join MBR’s finale of fun!