’Tis only a Beginner, young and green,
Who Thinks he wants an Odorless Machine;
What Fragrance is to Rose or Violet,
So to the Motor-Car is Gasolene.
Some advocate Gear-Driven Cars, and Some
Sigh for a Jockey-pulley yet to come;
Oh, crank your Car, and let the old thing Go!
Nor heed the Brake upon your Sprocket Drum.
’Tis but a Toy on which one spends a Pile,
And Brags about it for a Little While;