What a lovely, little Chevy,So small and so divine.
From my parents on my birthday,
It is red and it is mine!
For a spin, we went out,
My Chevy and I.
Round a corner, couldn't see,
Into a tree we did fly.
Oh dear Chevy, what happened?
There you are, all blown to bits.
You look awful, you may be dead,
Looks like you came from the London Blitz.
Grounded for a month or two,
But license's gone for a year.
And my Chevy, cute, red Chevy,
Will never reappear.
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