Road Runner
Out of the western chaparral
Where the raw, new highways run,
He flashes swift as a rainbow flame
And races the morning sun.
He perks and preens with lifted crest,
He dances, heel and toe.
He will jig and flirt in the roadway dirt —
Then — off like a shot he'll go.
Where the raw, new highways run,
He flashes swift as a rainbow flame
And races the morning sun.
He perks and preens with lifted crest,
He dances, heel and toe.
He will jig and flirt in the roadway dirt —
Then — off like a shot he'll go.
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