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?