Why our road has holes
"Our road gave up on sitting here
It did not like our town
So with a shout and with a cheer
Twas California bound.
"The tollway screamed "Get out, get OUT!"
So our poor highway cried
And with a tear and with a pout
Returned without its pride.
"And that is why our road has holes,
O silly brother, mine."
But I told her what I'd been told,
Recalling every line.
A troop of migrant elephants
Long languished on the way.
We were all pitted with their prints
And shuddered as they strayed.
For being pleased enough with strife,
their souls too restless for
the dreamlike mammoth afterlife,
they must denounce the world.
(adapted)