The Open Car

Oh spring is fair

     As fair can be;

It lifts a care

     For you and me.

One laughs, and sings

     A lively bar;

You see it brings

     The open car.

One has the mood

     To land a string,

It feels so good

     Because it’s spring.

Another sings

Its praises far

Because it brings

     The motor car.

Oh spring would be

A sorry plight

Were only tree

     And bloom in sight.

‘Twould not be spring,

     Glad spring by far,

Did it not bring

     The open car!

The open car,

     The smoke and rest;

The things that are

     By far the best.

The beach, the host

     The rides afar;

All hail, and toast

     The open car!

    

April 2, 1913