As I walked in the woods one day

I came across a road.

It forked and spun every which-a-way

And upon it sat a toad.

I said “hello”, the toad looked up

With his green and yellow eyes

And with that he began to talk

To my amazement and surprise.

He said, “listen up and take a knee,

For a moment lend me your ear,

I do not chat with just anyone

Heed my words as most sincere.

This road on which I sit is not

An ordinary trail

It will decide your future self

Whether you pass or whether you fail.

It twists and turns, it forks and splits

For every choice you make,

And on it you must walk right now

So decide which path to take.

I looked to the left, and then due right

At the neat and tidy road

And then I gave a little sigh

And looked back at the toad.

”My decision is made," I calmly said

And walked a strait across the path

And into the woods I did disappear

And let out a smug little laugh.

Then came a yell “Stop and come back!

That is not part of the road!”

But I didn’t slow, I did not look back.

Roads are for suckers and toads.