To follow us you must go
to all corners of the earth you know.
I go one way, and my brother goes the other
follow my sisters and they run into one another

My brother and I have our goals
that are far away from the others
We had a fight and now we stretch
to get away from each other

But my sisters never tire
and always run around
Smiling at each other
as they pass along the ground

The four who move all the time
Are the subject of this rhyme.
And I ask you who we are
Us four that stretch so very far.