If a friend suddenly became
Not a friend and not a foe, but just a so-and-so.
If you canít really tell
What kind of a guy he is, -
Take the fellow to the mountains risk it!
Donít leave him alone:
Let him be in the same bind you are
You will see who he is.
If the fellow is not - an ace,
If he went wimpy and down at once,
Stepped on the ice - and cracked,
Slipped and made a scene of it -
Then - that is a stranger beside you,
Donít curse him - let him go:
Nobody takes losers to the top - and here,
Nobody sings about them.
If he didnít let out a whimper, didnít whine,
Was sullen and angry, but walked anyway,
And when you fell from the cliff,
He moaned - yet held.
If he marched ahead with you, as if into a battle -
Stood at the top, drunk with joy,
Then, as on your own self,
Rely on him.