Faster than the best of men who fly,
The speedy car is on this ground of sauce.
They all praise him, fully adjusting
Him, like a man of evolution and solution.
The supermen who fight sadly say nothing
To the faster man of the car and vehicle.
Join him in song and dance, weakening his lifting,
The weights of speed are done.
Like faster soldiers, the army of light is again,
Wishing him flight for the flyers.
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