“There are games to be won.And the magical things you can do with that ballwill make you the winning-est winner of all.Fame!”
“Oh, the places you’ll go!There is fun to be done!There are points to be scored.”
“With banner flip-flapping,Once more you’ll ride high!Ready for anything under the sky.Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!”
“For people just waitingWaiting for a train to goOr a bus to come, or a plane to goOr a mail to come, or the rain to go.Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snowOr the waiting around for a Yes or a NoOr waiting for their hair to grow.Everyone is just waiting.”
“You can get so confused, that you’ll start in to race.Down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace.And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,Headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.The waiting place….”
“If you go in, should you turn left or right….Or right and three quarters? Or maybe not quite?Or go around back and sneak in from behind?Simple it’s not, I am afraid you will find,For a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.”
“You’ll come to a place where streets are not marked.Some windows are lighted, but mostly they’re darked.A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?How much can you lose? How much can you win?”
“You’ll come down from the Lurch with and unpleasant bump.And the chances are then, that you’ll be in a Slump.And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun.Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.”
“You can get all hung upIn a prickle-ly perch.And your gang will fly on.You be left in a Lurch.”
”Except when you don’t.Because, sometimes you won’t.I am sorry to say soBut sadly, its trueThat bang-upsAnd hang-up’sCan happen to you.”