Busy
San
Mateo
Puts
Me
In
A
Tizzy.
The
Street
Is
So
Lumpy
Bumpy,
It
Hurts
My
Back,
Its
Like
Driving
On
A
Rail
Road
Track.
I’m
In
My
Usual
Hurry,
But
Worry
My
Axle
Will
Crack.
The
City
Is
Built
On
Sand,
There’s
Little
Solid
Land,
So
Roads
Sag,
Crack
And
Bend
Faster
Than
Crews
Can
Mend
Or
Repave.
My
Friend,
The
Situation
Is
Grave.
Slow
Down,
Or
We’ll
Collapse
The
Town.