He crashes by poles
He won't stop for you
He won't mop for you.
He honks and toots
He shreds the roots
He tears past your house
He tears up a mouse.
He grumbles and smokes
He shakes the mighty oaks
He's headed over the plains
He's zipping through the grains.
He hauls the coal
He shakes the soul
He crushes any penny or can
But, he's mastered by a man.
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