Moving Mountains

These mountains stand nobly,
Stalwart, not wobbly,
Like a pointy, elevated chunk of land.

Until the day the mountains moved,
A decision that the mountain behooved,
But quickly and succinctly got out of hand.

So nature called in the mountain cops
To stop the moving mountain tops,
But the summits, they found, were difficult to still,

And when the mountain cops were done,
The mountains had fallen to become
Little more than an oddly pointy hill.

So if you need to move mountains,
No need to hire accountan’s.
Just get the peak in trouble
And that mountain will turn to rubble.