Climb every Mormon.

The story:

We had some Mormons arrive at our doorstep (as they do). My flatmate got into a conversation with them and I, not being Mormon and all, was taunting them with my rendition of "Climb Every Mormon" and told them, in all my wisdom, that even Whitney thinks so little of the Mormons she managed to pen a song about them. It was three against one as my flatmate and the two Mormons helped me to realise the error of my ways. I felt so dumb considering I had been so smug and hostile. They may have been right, but I'm still not a Mormon!