HOT ROD RICHARD

(To Richard A. Wilson)

Hot Rod Richard came a-roaring around the bend

In a souped-up streeter with a sleeked-down rear end.

Into the straightaway and around a curve again.

            He sure does move that mess of tin.

Hot Rod Richard in his car decked and stripped-down,

Going along the road really covering ground.

Fastest wheel-riding cat in all rural Pottstown,

            Riding with a loud glass pipe sound.

He is the hot rodder the coolest girls all chase,

For this cat wins in every dragging flat race.

As the hot rodding king, Richard is no disgrace;

            He holds the hand with every ace.