With bodice wound around her girth
And petticoats all a sway
The lady rode past me on the road
In the full flung rays of day

She tossed instruments to the ground
Trumpets, thermometers, gyroscopes,
Then drove her vehicle onwards
Her gloved hands at the wheel *****.

This with lighter load she went
Up a glacial hillock
Up and up and up she went
Bringing only an inlaid clock

Into the sky and above the land
The fantastical vehicle drove
A sharp laugh rang all around
And from this world she wove.