Dr. Seuss along the Rio Grande.

The sun was quite hot, and the desert was wide,
And I wanted to be on the opposite side!
Between the U.S. and the Mexican sand,
Stood a terribly tall-looking wall on the land.
You can’t simply walk through a gate or a door,
They have cameras and sensors and watchers galore!
They have jeeps that go beep and big lights that go flash,
So you cannot just run, and you cannot just dash.
If you want to cross over and never be caught,
You must use a contraption that cannot be bought!
You won’t need a ladder, you won’t need a rope,
You just need a spoonful of Zizzer-Zaz soap!
First, smear all the soap on the soles of your shoes,
(The green kind of soap, or whatever you choose).
Then call for a Mexican Burrowing Clam,
And feed him a cracker with prickly-pear jam.
The clam will dig down with a shloop and a shwee,
Just as quick and as slick as a clam-digger can be!
You ride on his shell through the underground dirt,
Past the roots of the cacti that poke and that hurt.
Or, if you don't care for the underground dark,
You could wait for the moon in the national park.
Then strap on a pair of my Spring-Bouncy-Boots,
Made of rubbery bands and old sycamore roots!
You take a big breath, and you bend down your knees,
And you launch yourself over the mesquite trees!
You bounce over cameras, you bounce over guards,
You bounce past the dogs in the patrolmen's yards!
Or hitch a quick ride on a Wocket that flies,
Who can easily blend with the starry night skies.
With a flap and a flutter, a zoom and a zip,
You are over the wall on a marvelous trip!
So leave all the wire and the sensors behind,
With a whimsical, magical trick of the mind.
Just bounce on a boot or go dig with a clam,
And arrive safe and sound eating green eggs and ham!

My husband and his AI pal are having fun again.
Would be a hilarious segment on Gutfeld!