Freeway Poem by George Hunter

There was an old woman,
She lived in a sandle.
Had more bread-grabbers
Than she could handle.
So one day she said, What the hey!
And bade them go play
On the new free way
And that sure caused a scandle.

The poor tykes all got run over
And everybody from here to Dover
Cried and cried
On the day they died
A sad end to their game of Red Rover.

Her husband, he got sore,
Nobody to do the chore.
Maybe it's for the best
Now we can get some rest
And we'll have lots of fun making more.