Explore "Rubáiyát of a Motor Car" by Carolyn Wells on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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!)