Where are we going?
The elders say we are going to a warm place.
How do they know?
They heard it from the elders before them, who heard it from the elders before them.
When will we get there?
They say won’t get there at all. We will spend our lives flying.
Ah, then. Our children will get there.
Yes. Our children will get there.
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