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Show I Song of the Flivver By BLAINE C. BIOLSR. t J I so to haunt tor which you yearn; I make a sudden Bally; I rattle, shiver, twist and turn; J I bicker down the valley. J I run, I glide, I bumb, I Jump; I miss, backfire and quiver; J I overheat and skid and pump; I shake your heart and liver. I rattle underneath the stars; I rumble on the bridges; I squeak at many little Jars; I grind o'er sundry ridges. jj H 3je I tremble when I go to stop; ie I tremble when I'm running; j I tremble till I lose my top And then you get a sunning. J 3fe )e I am the flivver, dcji't you know? sje My way's not smooth no never. But cars may come and cars may go X Yet I go on forever. Farm jk Life. |