Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry we could not travel both And be one family, long I stood and listened to the kids going at it good till one punched the other in the mouth. Then I made them both, as just as fair, Turn right around and go straight back home. Because I won?t have it, I don?t care; No matter how much they cry and moan They have to learn to take turns, to share. One wanted one road, the other, the other. Of course! That is always the way. It is difficult being the mother Of this stubborn sister and brother. If one wants to go the other will stay. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ? I'm somehow now the bad guy. So we missed one walk, what?s the difference? THERE ARE NO DIFFERENCE IS ONLY A GAME ENJOY!
