He walked into the junkyard, and saw it there.

As he got closer, all he could do was stare.

It was the most beautiful thing, he had ever seen.

It was a junky old Camaro, and the color was green.

It had no engine, and was also wrecked.

He wanted it anyway, and started to beg.

The man who owned the car, then said he would trade.

For the car, he had driven up in that day.

He handed him the keys, with a smile on his face.

He couldn’t wait to fix it up, and maybe pick a race.

He put it back together, and painted it white.

He stood there and stared, but something wasn’t right.

Auh another color is what it needs, he thought to himself.

Then went and grabbed a gallon of Orange off the shelf.

Finally it was done, and shined like a new penny.

The car was gorgeous, and adored by many.

He loved that car, more than words can say.

It has been seventeen years, and he still has it today.