Young Toby sought employment as a tiler,

he craved the kind of job that so excites;

his poor old Mum had wished him a hair styler,

for she remembered well his fear of heights.

His first day on the job, and up a ladder,

yes, everything was fine - then he looked down;

he suddenly could not control his bladder,

his eyes were locked below upon the ground.

The ground below was like an abstract painting,

he tried to tell himself he wasn't high,

but suddenly the poor young lad was fainting,

and fell onto the first floor with a sigh.

His workmates gathered round and all were worried,

the foreman ran across, yelled: "Give him air!

We'll take him to the top!" so up they hurried,

he surely would recover way up there.

As Toby's eyes grew focused he was smiling,

he'd had a pleasant dream about a girl;

she loved him for his skill at expert tiling,

the most artistic tiler in the world.

But then he recognized the far horizon,

and slowly Toby saw the town below,

the foreman said: "I thought that you might die, son'"

but Toby shook his head to answer no.

"I've never seen those mountains, that lake way off,

I never knew the world could look so grand,"

the foreman nodded, gave the boys the day off,

and all of Toby's workmates shook his hand.

Now Toby is a tradesman, working high-rise,

his vertigo is gone, and heights are cool;

when you look at the world, use open wide eyes,

a narrow viewpoint labels you a fool.