Past the road with no signs,
Took a left, and kept riding.
Don't know where I was
Or what I was doing there.
Soon another bridge came into view,
And over it I flew with wheels barely
Touching the ground and leaving
A dust storm in its wake.
I ended up in a ditch.
Wheels just kept spinning,
But only got me in deeper,
In this quagmire of muck.
Love ya!
Jane