The Song of the Motor Car

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Bibliographic Information
Author Naylor, James Ball
Genre Poetry
Journal or Book Collier’s
Publisher -
Year of Publication 1909
Pages 22
Additional information -


I’m the coy and ingenuous toy of the strenuous
Era of Civilized Man,
I’m the truly respectable, duly delectable
Outcome of project and plan;
And my gassy and thunderful, massy and wonderful
Shape splits the landscape in twain,
As I race where the fountain speaks grace to the mountain peaks—
Then over valley and plain.

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Oh! it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the song I sing
In the cool of the morning gray,
And it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the raucous ring
Of my voice at the close of day;
And the echoes wake—and the echoes quake,
In their sylvan retreats afar;
For I am the fizzing, the buzzing, and whizzing,
Redoubtable Motor Car!

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I’m the snappiest, pluckiest, happy-go-luckiest
Work of Man’s reckless career—
The machine of divinity green asininity
Never can conquer or steer;
And there’s never a note or bar honked by the Motor Car
Rounding an angle or curve,
But it cheats the pedestrian—beats the equestrian—
Out of his poise and his nerve.

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For it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the song I sing
In the blaze of the noonday bright,
And it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the raucous ring
Of my voice in the starry night;
And the echoes quake and shiver and shake,
In their rocky retreats afar;
For I am the puffing, the chugging, and chuffing
And masterful Motor Car!

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Through the haze of the dreamiest days of the gleamiest
Summers I speed to and fro,
In the height of the glorious, mighty, uproarious
Tempest I come and I go;
I’m the tool and the servant, the cool and observant
Rare creature of project and plan,
And the coy and ingenuous toy of the strenuous
Era of Civilized Man.

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And it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the song I sing
In the cool of the ev'ning’s hush.
And it’s—“honk, honk-honk!”—is the raucous ring
Of my voice in the morning’s blush;
And in the echoes wake—and the echoes shake,
In their woody retreats afar;
For I am the purring, the whizzing, and whirring
And marvelous Motor Car!

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