Part 4.

Once the tracks came to an end,

Gunthor was as south as you can go.

The workers quarreled about the last ten

Tracks they had to lay with no land left to show.

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A contract is a silly thing

When no one bothers to check their measure,

And start working before they think,

But Gunthor found a girl and said to her

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“Is there no land more south than this?

I must find a warmer climate.”

The girl fixed her eyes with a curious wish,

For she did not speak the language of the vocal chords Gunthor hit.

Part 3.

Awakening from his dreams,

Gunthor walked until he could walk no longer.

He thought of all those things

She mentioned that he longed for.

So Gunthor sauntered solemnly

Upon the railroad tracks south,

Mentally prepared to pollen-leave,

To float on winds to a new red brick house.

And his only friend woke up at morn,

Thinking of everything but his southbound man,

Made breakfast followed by mother’s scorn,

And left for work to toil with monotonous hands.