The Road Code

Dear little Caroline,
See how she runs,
Down to the bakery:
Buying hot cross buns.

Dear little Caroline
Knows her Highway Code,
And looks right, left, and right,
Before she steps out on the road.

Poor Johnny Prescott
Forgot this simple rule,
And was run down by a tanker
While on his way to school.

Yes, poor Johnny Prescott,
Squashed beyond all hope;
They didn’t bury him in a coffin,
But a large brown envelope.