One night I had a wondrous dream,One set of footprints there was seen,The footprints of the Goddess they were,But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,and I asked Her, "What have we here?These prints are large and round and neat,But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones,"For miles I carried you alone.I challenged you to walk in faith,But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn, you would not grow,The walk of faith, you would not know,So I got tired, I got fed up,And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a timeWhen one must fight, and one must climb,When one must rise and take a stand,Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
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