As Mister Fantismo prepares for the long march
Across the canyon for tight rope challenge
Over a thousand feet of plummeting savage
In deep concentration over the ridges parch

The focus in his eyes as he takes his first step
The rope wobbles a bit but he remains balanced
Another step taken without much of malice
Now fully on journey with the tremendous prep

One slow step at a time, scared of falling to earth
Seeing the final edge to move towards his goal
With a pole in his hand, to counter weighty stroll

Reaching the other side with a huge cheering worth
With a huge smile on face, a big sigh of relief
Looking back at his feat, beyond his own belief