In and out of traffic roam
Vehicles so far from home...
Yellow blinkers flashing bright,
On...and...Off...brief....pierce the night...
Midst the bright red sea of lights,
In the blackness of the night;
Like so many lightning bugs
After which we children run....
Once seen here and then they're gone....
Then again on down the lawn....
So these speedy drivers seem,
Weaving through the traffic scene.
30/31MAR02