You ask me why

I cross the road.
You ask why?

Says the wild fowl, “No brainer this question, my friend,

My ancestors would pass this way, season upon season, even before yours frowned, bent down, picked up and struck a pair of flint stones together.

So, what’s the difference today?

The difference is your stone road.”

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