THEY dread my coming, east and west, and north and south they dread me, and if my person they possessed, no doubt they would behead me. Along the country roads I go, still striving to go faster, and every other mile or so I spring some small disaster. To beat all records, west and east, it is for that I hanker! And here and there I kill a priest, and here and there a banker. I'm worse than lightning's lurid breath; I am the scourge titanic; I'm battle, murder, sudden death; my other name is panic. With Azrael I deftly work, to fill the churchyard acre; and here and there I slay a clerk, and here and there a baker. I am a threat to all who drive their motor wagons sanely; by care they try to keep alive, and free from wounds, but vainly. I whiz around a corner sharp, and grind such people under; and while my victim draws a harp, I scorch along like thunder. To all who in this valley jog, I bring the last trump closer; and here I spoil a pedagogue, and there I bag a grocer. |