ode to ferdinand

ferdinand, the gentle car

drove us near and drove us far,

getting us to where we are

every single day.

ferdinand, the brown voiture

wasn't flashy, but for sure

gave all he had until he stirred

and said, "oh dear, oh hay!"

"really, i have no more verve...

that is to say, i've lost the nerve

to get you there without a swerve."

and died right here today.

ferdinand, we loved you grand.

in our hearts you'll surely stand.

but we'll move on, strike up the band

and say, "let's get a jetta!"