Where the Sidewalk ends- There is a place where the sidewalk ends, and before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white, and there the sun burns crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind. (…) Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,for the children, they mark, and the children, they know, the place where the sidewalk ends.