well, I guess I will leave with a poem.
I'm a little red wagon
A child's plaything.
just a little red wagon
A handle with a ring
A little red wagon,
And I see a train.
Other little wagons,
Follow in a chain
None too fast,
None too slow,
all little wagons,
just follow.
I followed that train
As fast as I could
It turned round a bend,
I thought I was lost,
Then it slowed down for
me.
I could follow at my pace,
Just like all the others,
And then I knew,
Where I belonged.
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