The Zax
One day, making tracks, In the prairie of Prax, Cam a North-Going Zax And a South-Going Zax. And it happened that both of them game to a place WHre they bumped. There they stood. Fott to foot. Face to Face. "Look here,now!" the North_GOing Zax said. "I say! You are blocking my path. You are right in my way. I'm a North-Going Zax and I always go north. Get out of my way,now, and let me go forth!" "Who's in whose way?" snapped the South-Going Zax. "I always go south, making south going tracks. SO you're in MY way! And I ask you to move And let me go south in my south-going groove." Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride. "I never," he said, "take a step to one side. And I'll prove to you that I won't change my ways If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!" And I'll prove to YOU." yelled the South-Going Zax, "That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax For fifty-nine years! For I live by a rule That I learned as a boy in back in South-Going School.Never budge! That's my rule. Never budge in the least! Not an inch to the west! Not an inch to the east! I'll stay here, not budging! I can and I will If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!" Well...Of course the world didn't stand still. The world grew, In a couple of years, the new highway came through And they built it right over those two stubborn Zax and left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks.