Now I have lived quite a long time
In varied places and other clime
And learned that one must try to fit
Into each spot that’s part of it.
When but a child, the horse and cart
Is how our travel had its start
Next came the Ford all black and square
While in the rear its trunk was there.
Those skinny tires were truly sad
I cannot count the flats we had
Oh for those days that are long gone
Sweet memories my heart dwells on !
