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.

The End

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