The Pong of cars rises to greet us at every turn.
Today the stench rose most distinctly from a certain silver-painted job in front of the Bedford Street entrance to the St. George subway station here in Toronto.
You drive a beetle
It makes you feebleAnd “Phony Beetle-mania
Has bitten the dust.”You drive a car!
You drive a car!
You drive a car!
You drive a car!You drive a car
You say you mustYou have a choice though
to let it rust.Ride a bike!
Take a bus!
Take the subway, or
Take a hike