Help - By Shel Silverstein

I walked through a wildwood, and what did I see

But a unicorn with his horn stuck in a tree,

Cryin', "Someone please help me before it's too late."

I hollered, "I'll free you." He hollered back, "Wait-

How much will it hurt? How long will it take?

Are you sure that my horn will not scratch, bend or break?

How hard will you pull? How much must I pay?

Must you do it right now or is Wednesday okay?

Have you done this before? Do you have the right tools?

Have you graduated from horn-savin' school?

Will I owe you a favor? And what will it be?

Do you promise that you will not damage the tree?

Should I close my eyes? Should I sit down or stand?

Do you have insurance? Have you washed your hands?

And after you free me - tell me what then?

Can you guarantee I won't get stuck again?

Tell me when. Tell me how.

Tell me why. Tell me where..."

I guess that he's still sittin' there.

I think this is exactly how we approach (or respond when approached by) God sometimes...