America is large, with much flat land,
The perfect landscape, to maneuver with one hand.

When first discussed, with the powers that be,
Attempting to finance, sheer folly, show me.

Mr. Ford why place capital with you,
Funds are short, and it sounds untrue.

How it will move, what power source?
No muscles working, what to come of the horse?

Like all great inventions, it was met with scorn,
And like many great men, in poverty he was born.

The automobile was well on its way,
To worldwide use, hear the people say,

Look at its lines, and pretty curves,
It handles the road, Oh how it swerves!

The ford plant was started, and soon on its way,
To stimulate economies, and create jobs that would stay,

For a hundred years, and maybe more,
Fords  assembly line opened the door

For the steel and tire plants, production was good,
Let's open this hatch, and peer under the hood!

Look at the engine, explosions inside,
Controlled and in unison, that make the wheels ride.

Gears that help, make the car move,
Shifting them can make a man groove.

Add lights and a roof, more time to spend,
Inside its beauty, the message will send.

The Auto can make the country great,
For goods and supplies, we need not wait.

A variation of the car, the truck was made,
Moving mountains of products, it sure made the grade.

An infrastructure is needed, let's pave the land,
Construction is booming, to cover the sand

And make the way, for the car to take,
People away, from the home they make.

And visit others, living far away,
Called a vacation, at a hotel we can stay.

Without further delay, I could explain,
The auto's workings, with detail and with pain.

So instead of the detail, it suffices to say,
The auto revolutionized our world in this way:

Making commuting to work, from far away,
An easier trip, in the suburbs we lay.

The beach and the mountains, easy to see,
Hotels and new towns, into existence they be.  

More fun into life, leisure time will be added,
The nations economy will be largely padded.

The innovation of the car, is not only grand,
It has forced mother earth, to take a harsh stand.

Climatic changes, and temperatures rise,
Greenhouse gases, are these things wise?

Will the planet survive? Humans in peril,
Poisons and toxins, may cause us to be sterile.

Disease and death, like cancerous lung,
Bittersweet is the song, the car has sung.

Make your decision, please choose a side,
Either walk with your feet, or get in and ride.

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