“I’ll run you a race from here to there
And all the way back again.
“I’m a wild free blade of the open,
The spirit of all unrest.
I may end up in some worse place
But I’m going to make the test.”
“And I’m the soul of solid content,”
Said the pumpkin to the weed.
“Rather than take any chance at all
I’ll stay here and go to seed.”