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TEN LITTLE MOTORISTS
TEN Little Motorists, driving in a line,
One tried to pass the rest Then there were NINE.
NINE Little Motorists, sadly I relate,
One passed a traffic light,
Then there were EIGHT.
EIGHT Little Motorists, young and not so deft, One tried to show his skill And SEVEN were left.
SEVEN Little Motorists, touring in the sticks, One failed to dim his light Then there were SIX.
SIX Little Motorists, very much alive,
One did not see a train,
Then there were FIVE.
FIVE Little Motorists, sped to the shore.
One skidded in the rain Then there were FOUR.
FOUR Little Motorists, coming from a tea,
One faced about to chat,
Then there were THREE.
THREE Little Motorists, this is sad but true, One slumbered from fatigue Then there were TWO.
TWO Little Motorists, racing just for fun,
One passed upon a crest,
Then there was ONE.
ONE Little Motorist, though it’s seldom done. Lit a match to gauge his tank,
Now there are NONE.
(Anonymous)
ME-MYSELF
When I wake up in the morning In a nasty frame of mind Criticizing other people For the little faults I find.
I can always, if I want to.
Make myself ashamed of me Just by looking in the mirror And appraising what I see.
There it is as clear as water All the selfishness and greed Written right where I can see it—
One good look is all I need.
There’s a line that tells me plainly How I failed to see the way 1 could make another happy And thus brighten up his day.
There’s a wrinkle standing boldly On my forehead to proclaim That I failed to do my good deed And defend another’s name;
So, when I am faulting others On myself I put the bee Just by looking in the mirror And appraising what I see.
— Gene Arnold
It was suggested one time that listeners could take their morning exercise by peeking under the radiator. A literal lady in Newark followed that advice and dis¬ covered a gold watch that had been lost for months.