THE FLIVVER


| December/January 1986



Komoka, Ontario, Canada

I'm an old and rusty flivver
And it makes me very sad
When I recall the miles I've went,
And the good times that I've had.

No paved roads on which to drive
The mud holes were a plenty
It was so rough that no one dared,
To drive me over twenty.

I once was new and shining
And I ran just like a top
When the dealer came and got me
And drove me to his shop.

That was where the fun began
When a farmer came to town
Now if I recall correctly
They called him Ebeneezer Brown.

Ebeneezer had no notion
That he'd ever own a flivver
He lived a good ten miles from town
On a farm across the river.