Before the summer starts to fade,
I venture north to visit family and friends.
For years, I've often returned to those little places
and their sets of vintage transportation.
An antique train yard which often seems
to change at a snail's pace, but still a
friendly stop full of clattering time machines.
On this day, "Funny face" waits at the ticket window
while a yellow paper points the way to where the old cars
depart and the choo-choo leaves East Union.
A ride through the country on an old street car,
just like a hot dog at a baseball game.
and the signs return to a time when even the big cities
seemed innocent while Friendly Bob Adams' secretary played Mrs. Claus.
The loud and busy barns of classic cars,
surrounded by a malt shop,
Curly hides in the garage
While everyone swoons at the cars of the stars
and the classic cars of everytime
Tin Lizzies to muscle cars
Holy graveyards, Batman!
We're parked next to Grandpa Munster!
The Love Bug uses Gulfpride?
Yabba-Dabba-Doo and Scooby-Do too.
Boss Hogg's not afraid of no ghosts,
But KITT and the General Lee?.
Car 54 where are you?
They're always there,
Late each summer
old friends we love to visit.