I have the right, to peck on you.
I drive the Bentley, look when I talk to you.
You be at my beck and call,
I drive the Audi, stand up when you see me honk.
You had better learn to tuck your tail and gulp your gall,
I drive the Volkswagen Vento, salute when I stroll.
You, where's he gone? That chap who drives the Alto?
I drive the Honda City, he better bow down and lick me down,
No mercy, this is Democrasy.
I was amused and bemused,
All these were gents who drove cars for a living,
What would have happened to men,
If toys were never made for a living.
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