And what with Goggles and Tale-windowed Veils,
In Motoring Get-up, we’re a Holy Show!
But helpless Pieces of the Game bestowed
Upon the Checker-board of Hill and Road;
Hither and Thither moved and sped and stopped,
And One by One back to the Garage towed.
The Car no Question makes of Ayes or Noes,
But Here or There as strikes its Fancy goes.