I'm being chased. I have the lead.
My objective: to elude
But the warbling siren's audible
And behind me I see red and blue.
I'm on a bridge, I jump the rail
A move they will not duplicate.
I'm still intact when I land;
I win, I loudly predicate.
Into the trees and back again and then around a bend;
My path I must, again, now alter
To one they can't predict.