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Motor-Cars by John D. Sheridan

When a motor-car is coming,
Its lights, shining bright,
Makes me think of dragons –
And it gives me such a fright
To think of fiery dragons,
Great hungry dragons,
Roaming through the forest in the dark, dark night.
When is motor-car is going,
Its little tail light
Makes me think of fairies –
And it fills me with delight
To think of dancing fairies,
Happy moonbeam fairies,
Showing firefly lanterns in the cool, starry night.

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