“…anybody who won’t cross the street till the lights are green would never get far as a Musketeer or a Bengal Lancer.” Page 204 Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash.
Reminds me of a San Francisco anti Vietnam war march (more like a parade) of 100,000 or so. We were told by police to stay to the right of the yellow line. I walked out into the forbidden lane and yelled to those nearest me that if they couldn’t cross that yellow line how did they expect to stop a war. They didn’t cross the line and the war lasted from John Kennedy to two servings of Richard Nixon.