Rollicky Rhymes

[p. 60]

Grandfather's car

My grandfather's Ford was too old to be sold
so it stood ninety years in the rain.
It was older by far than the old pimple are,
but not half so well-oiled in the main.
It was bought in the morn
that Napoleon was born
and was always the family's fear,
but it hicked hard never to start again
when he filled it with yaryum and beer.