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RoadRunner

 

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