And in the name of
TRANSPORTATION
Wide oil-soaked paths were dug
Throughout the countryside
Over mountain and glen
From sea to sea
Crossing and criss-crossing
Until no one need walk
Or sit on a horse, wagon or buggy
Ever again.
A painted metal Carriage
With a motor was invented
To roar along the oil-soaked paths
With the driver reclined.
So swiftly they moved
One arrived at destinations
Not yet fixed in one's mind.