I want to run the race
I’d love to win the prize
I just don't have a car
So I stand by the wayside.

That is not true, I have a car
It’s just not worthy of running
Or so I'm told, for it’s unpainted
But I think the engine's just fine.

The other cars are sleek and sparkling
Some appear like bright rainbows
Others as glassy as night
But I wouldn't take one, they leak oil

I know my car would win the race
The others' engines would eventually break
Their beautiful cars would still get all the attention
Even though my bland one sat in Victory Lane.

Therefore, I sit the race out
And watch the others compete
When they have all failed to finish
Then, maybe, I’ll run.

Or maybe not.

JNG 4-27-95 (rev. 8-24-95)