As I walk through the woods today,
Two paths at my feet diverge.
On one, my tired feet often stay,
The other, my thoughts do surge.
In the woods, there are two paths,
And one contains a little voice.
The one is known, with food at the end,
But the other has two voices now.
I walk through the woods and turn aside.
Because the little voices say,
“Daddy! Come on!”