A Strange Trip
One day driving down the road I saw an airplane flying
A Model-A was by my side as asphalt by was winding
Glancing over the driver seemed a whiter shade of pale
Staring at him now becoming evanescent,
I came up with this tale. A ghost he was it seems to me
From oh so long ago,
A phantom from a strange trip, maybe a UFO!
The next I saw while traveling on these western roads
A sign for Roswell, many sheep, and two three-headed toads
‘It’s time to vacate’ thought myself and turned around real quick,
Before this trip turns into one that really makes me sick.