יהיה טוב!
The Zax One day, making tracks In the prairie 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. There they stood. Foot 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 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.
