One groovy jalopy shook fins with a crappie

A strangely unique act of human prediction.  

You oughta not overdo or you’ll fall right through

It’s a loathsome and scrofulous affliction.


You’re hot on the trail, hoping to prevail

A sign that the fireworks did ignite. 

‘No Trespassing’ we warn; a command now so worn

Yet, chums, be ever discerning – a’ight?