And then, and then—the Spring, and then the Belt,
A Punctured Tire, or Change-Speed Lever broke!
A Look of Anguish underneath the Car,
Another Start,—a Squeak,—a Grunt,—a Jar!
The Aspiration Pipe is working loose!
The Vapor can’t get out! And there you are!
For I remember Stopping by the Way
To tinker up the old Machine one day,
And with a Reckless and Unbridled Tongue,
I muttered,—Well, I Wouldn’t like to say!