Wheels

Little Tommy was prancing around

And stopped by the car at the roundabout

He put a paw up, looking silly

And on the wheel, showered gleefully

Now poor wheelie had to wait 

For some water from the crate

All through the night, into daybreak

When Mason Jr wound come to work

"Oh, sneakers and a pair of jeans!"

"A happy drive maybe this means"

"Oh, look! Betsy and Clara too"

"It is the entire music troop"

The four wheelies jiggled in delight

A road trip was in clear sight

When the car rolled back, they closed their eyes

Said a prayer and screeched together 

Then rock and roll through the highway 

Ride rollercoasters when come they may

But first things first, they wanted a gas station

To eat a tummy of air and stay in condition!

As the vast road revealed a path untread

There was excitement in every thread 

For miles, they rolled over mud and moisture 

Flanked by avenues, mountains, and pasture 

Every monotonous turn that the wheelies ventured

The music troop reveled in adventure.

A pink sunset transformed the blue sky black

The travelers and tired tires headed back 

Amidst a cold, cold night and wind barrage 

The wheelies slept in the warm garage.