Robert Frost and Shel Silverstein

Fire or Ice Whatif

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

Whatif the world ends in fire?

Whatif it ends in ice?
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!