Cars

A car coming toward me,
Had lights for it's eyes.
And the horn sounding loudly,
Let loose all its cries.

Just a little green midget,
With its wheels going round.
As it made itself speedy,
And covered the ground.

O where did it come from?
And where is its hole.
Does it live in the mound:
Right next to the mole.

Was it well mated,
And does it lay eggs.
Was it the gas it had in it,
That moved all its legs.

Is it a bug or a beetle,
And does it eat gas.
By the hand on the throttle,
Just let it go pass.

E.P. 1908 - 1989