Classic Poem

Henry FORD'S SONG

The highways and byways are filled with my flivvers,
The mountains and rivers resound with my name,
Throughout this wide nation at work or vacation
Each gasoline station increases my fame.
Let scholars and sages con history's pages,
The tale of the ages I cheerfully pass.
For I'm cheerful and busy so long as my Lizzie
Gives twenty-two miles to a gallon of gas.

Refrain

They scurry and hurry,
I oser should worry
(To borrow a phrase from the race I adore)
Or make myself dizzy
With books while my Lizzie
Gives twenty-two miles to the gallon or more.