Down That Golden Road

Walk down that golden road
To wherever it goes
Turn around when it’s time to come home
Or just keep walking until you meet someone you don’t know
Meet an industrious toad
With dirt on his nose and toes
From planting stools in soil loam
So he can throw a mystery party for a crow
And later to sleep under and stay safe from the snow
Next to the over-cheerful garden gnome
Who speaks in concrete prose
He does it purely to goad
And if the gnome isn’t home and the soil isn’t loam and the stool just won’t grow
Then it’s time to turn around and come home
Or you may decide to go
Further down that golden road

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