Down the Interstate Lickety-Split

Down the Interstate Lickety-Split By Elton Camp What folly, on the Interstate, it is to try Driving as if laws of physics don’t apply To travel in some high-speed wolf pack A modicum of good sense does lack Driving only feet from the vehicle ahead Results in a whole bunch ending up dead All it takes is for one driver to slow down For the principle of inertia is still around Before the driver can even begin to react It’s slam in the front and bam in the back A dozen vehicles destroyed in the crush Though most had no real need to rush So if I find that I’m tempted to tailgate I ask, “Had I rather be dead or late?” So when I see a wolf-pack begin to grow I carefully slow down and let them go For if down the Interstate, lickety-split They’ll say, “Beautiful car, wasn’t it?”