when Father saw the Model-T it fairly set him back
As Harry drove it merrily around the paddock track
With Mother there beside him, a-clutching at her hat
And dogs all barking wildly, but where's the blinkin' cat?
When Harry stopped and Mum got out, unsteady on her feet,
The kids piled in with many a shout, all fighting for a seat.
Around the paddock off they went with Harry tooting the horn,
Young 'uns yelling Heaven bent, most fun since they'd been born.
Father thought there's nothing to it. He ought to have a go.
Sure he could do it, he'd driven a cart for forty years or so.
With puffed-up pride, he paid no heed to Harry's good advice
Away he went at topmost speed, not once around but twice.
The kids all went a-scatter as he headed for the group.
Then came a might shatter as he swiped the chicken coop,
Flattened a patch of saplings and nearly killed a cow.
Didn't know what was happening. How to stop the ruddy thing now?
Chickens squawking, cows a-mooing, kids laughing fit to burst,
Father knew not what he was doing, he simply sat and cursed
As faster went the Model-T with Harry in hot pursuit
And yelling at Dad: 'you silly B. Hit the brake, you coot.'
Mother dashed out and stood on the track, her hand up like a cop.
Kids all shouted: 'Mum! Come back! ' But Mother said: 'he'll stop! '
The car kept putt-putt-putting. Has Mother cooked her goose?
But no! It ceased its strutting! It just ran out of juice!