by David Clark Brand
From Old Dominion to the Buckeye State
they moved with hardly a blink.
Their truck was loaded with everything
from the bath to the kitchen sink.
But the greatest surprise
awaited their eyes
when they walked the land they bought
which led them to think
that in the drink
was a status they had not sought.
A three-car family they became
the moment they took a peek–
one in the driveway,
one in the garage,
the other in the creek.
That old car was too valuable
in the creek to let it stay;
So they called a man with a towing truck
to pay them to take it away.
The car they insisted was from Beloit,
but the truck driver knew they were wrong.
Their prized vehicle was made in Detroit.
He was sorry to spoil their song.
Half buried in mud,
it would not budge
much to their dismay;
So it still lies there
for them to enjoy
in the light of each passing day.
If you should stop by
in your jaguar so very sleek,
and you walk the land,
you will be impressed
by their third car in the creek.