One day, making tracks
In the prarie of prax
came a north going zax
and a south going zax.

And it happened that both of them came to a place
Where they bumped, where they stood
Foot to foot and 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 up his chest with pride
I never, he said, take a step to one side
And I will prove to you that I won’t change my ways
If I have to keep standing here 59 days!

And I’ll prove to YOU, yelled the south-going zax,
That I can stand here in the praire of prax
For 59 years! For I live by a rule
That I learned as a boy back in south going school
Never budge! That’s my rule. Never budge in the least
Not an inch to the west! Not and 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 highway came through
And they built it right over those two stubborn zax
And left them there, standing unbudged in their tracks..

felt the need to lighten the above load… engage individually and honestly, critique with content…