A shy little groundhog left his bed,
Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho!
"It must be time for spring," he said.
He looked to the left, he looked to the right,
The day was clear and the sun was bright;
He saw his shadow and ran in fright.
Then back to his burrow he crept, he crept,
And six more winter weeks he slept.
-Unknown
I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it.
~H.G. Wells
