This is the way to the end of forever,
Just remember it can be never.
This is a road that runs east to west,
Don’t believe me, take the test.
At the end is a pot o’ gold,
Something you shall never hold.
Just a reminder of what was said,
If you don’t believe you’ll be dead.
Some say it’s guarded by a little man,
Just take with you a frying pan,
But, only if you believe you can . . .
Casper McConkie