Dear Dad

Dear Dad, don't get mad,

What I'm asking for

Is by the next semester

Can I get another car ?

This one here is sick'ning

On a wide dual road.

I might as well be walking

As to drive this old

Ford. Almost everytime

I try To go and pass a truck,

If I ain't goin' down hill,

Dad, I'm, out of luck.

And even if

I get by,

It's still a rugged risk,

The way this old

Ford Keep a hitting and a miss.

Last week when

I was driving

On my way to school,

I almost got a ticket '

Bout a freeway traffic rule.

It's now a violation

Driving under forty-five,

And if I push to fifty,

This here

Ford will nosedive.

Dad, I'm in great danger

Out here trying to drive.

The way this

Ford wiggles

When I'm approaching forty-five/

I have to nurse it along

Like a little stubborn pup,

And cars whizzing by me,

Dad, look like

I'm backing up.

She just don't have the appetite

For gas somehow,

And Dad, I got four carburetors

Hooked up on it now.

I tried to hook another

To see if

I'd do a little good,

But ain't no place to put it '

Less I perforate the hood.

Well Dad, send the money,

See what I can see,

Try to find a

Cadillac,

A Sixty-two or three.

Just something that won't worry us

To keep it on the road.

Sincerely, your beloved son,

Henry Junior

Ford