Wake! For the “Honk,” that scatters into flight
The Hens before it in a Flapping Fright,
Drives straight up to your Door, and bids you Come
Out for a Morning Hour of Sheer Delight!
Come, fill the Tank, adjust the Valve and Spring,
Your Automobile Garments 'round you Fling;
The Bird Of Time wants but to get away;
(I think that name’s a rather Clever Thing!)
And as the Corkscrew drawing out the Cork,
I crank my Car and try to make it work.