Two roads went different ways in the deep, dark woods,
I was returning home late with my grocery dry-goods,
Down one road a bear growled,
Down the other a wolf howled,
And, down each road laid lots of empty red, riding hoods.
Jen and I fought a world war,
So, I got up and walked out the door,
Then, we each had a good cry,
Thought we'd have a new try,
So, I came back and we fought some more.