Down the stony path he strode
preferring to walk while others rode,
with hat on head and cane in hand
he knew that he would take a stand.
The townsfolk gathered in the square
waiting for their elected Mayor
who arrived in wheels of shiny black
the Mayoral car, the Cadillac.
With pomp he gave a rousing speech,
for money did the Mayor beseech,
but the man who walked while others rode
into the arena he bravely strode.
'Enough!' he cried, 'this is quite unfair!
This Cadillac is old and rare,
it's time to sell and release some money',
but the Mayor didn't think that that was funny.
'Oh no!' the Mayor cried, 'I need this car!
For it has taken me so near and far
to greet important Kings and Queens
and countries with historic scenes'.
The man who walked then smiled and said,
'Your feet will take you on roads ahead,
release the money that this car's worth
for exercise will reduce your girth'.
The townsfolk cheered and approved this plan
that was introduced by the walking man;
sense prevailed for their country was small
only five miles long and five miles tall.
So from then on in the people strode
down stony paths and no more they rode;
the Cadillac's sale providing much cash
with the Mayor no longer pompous or brash.