The streets are crowded-so crowded
that nothing really moves an inch,
Luxury cars to three wheelers
White collars to blue collars-all feel the pinch.
The four wheelers blame the three wheelers
The three wheelers blame the four wheelers
The two wheelers blames anyone with wheels greater than two
The hapless pedestrians blame anyone with wheels to do.
But not all-not all in the street are full of scorn
For the clever Mr. Tintuntyre
Who climbs the poles and glides along the wires
Has nothing to do with the wheel or horn!
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