The Race Car Game! Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Go Dancer, Go Prancer, Go Donder,
Hey, wait a minute, Jack!
It’s Go Doc, Go Sneezy,
Go Mater, Go Mac!
Get down on the floor Gramps
So I can ride on your back.

The Race Car Game
Is what we like to play.
We’ll play it tomorrow
But lets’s start today!

Lightning McQueen is
The Piston Cup Champ.
But Chick Hicks thinks he’s better,
What a very mean Scamp!

Baby Bear’s the announcer
He calls lap by lap,
I hope he’s not tired,
He takes sudden quick naps.

There are fifty laps scheduled
And they are on forty nine.
When this race is over
Who will have the best time?

In Radiator Springs
It’s the most fun we’ve seen.
In a month now of Sunday’s
Reigns Lightning McQueen!

By: Robert E. Burns
& Lucas Doyle Creighbaum