On the road to immortality,
the ghosts of opossums, armadillos,
lemmings, and other suicidal animals
hold hands and taunt,
"Red rover. Red rover.
We dare the humans over!"
Knowing that we shouldn't play the game,
(but unable to turn down a dare)
we lower our heads
and charge across the road.
To make a long story short...
we're clothes-lined,
fall into the road,
and get ran over by evolution.
(and the chicken that made it to the other side is laughing his tail feathers off)
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