In platform one there stands a train
It calls at every station
Takes it’s time along the track
Enjoying it’s duration
The driver is an expert
He’s taken years to learn
His knowledge stands him in good stead
Knows every twist and turn.
In platform two another train
It is a sleek express
Only stops at major stations
Dying to impress
When it gets to where it’s going
Things have been omitted
Hasn’t learnt the proper route
Because it weren’t comitted.
The moral of this story
Is like tortoise and the hare
If you let The Spirit guide
He’s going to get you there
If you jump the learning queue
By going your own speed
Your tower of Babel will collapse
A sorry mess indeed.
