If you’re in a horizontal line of five
And one of the five spits,
Whose shoe will the spit hit?
Or who will have to split step
To miss the spit splat on the sidewalk?
I'm not skipping sleep pondering the predicament
That public spit wads up wondering.
It is not the same sick scenario
As seeing a car-squashed squirrel,
Yet it's somehow similar
"As the good book says, If you spit in the air, it lands in your face."
poem by Laurie, but Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof said the "as the good book says bit".