my wife went to town on a dark cold and windy night she drove slow at first then faster as the wheels squeaked louder as she came to a bend in the road and another and another she kept her foot on the pedal and eyes ahead as a tall oak came into view basking like under an entranced moon then as a torrent of rain squaws danced wheels squeaking louder she reached town somewhat exhilarated and looking back the entranced moon smiled and cooed