He raced quickly down the track
One bright sunny day
A little dragster he was in fact
His chassis long and straight
He raced there many summer days
And refueled quite a lot
He was the one that had no brakes
And sped from spot to spot
He rested for a little while
With his engine idling rough
He craved the purest alcohol
And lizards were the stuff
He raced quickly to a finish line
In mere seconds flat
He caught a skink that had no tail
And was refueled with that