Racey Tracey and her Ford Ka
Speeding though the lanes of Chadwick End
Gathering speed and burning rubber
She’s like the wind, no one can stop her!

She sounds her horn and bibs her bell
Tracey is driving like a bat out of hell!
She stops at a crossing to let the old folk by
but is soon off again, hello and goodbye!

Zipping up and down the hills
Showing off her driving skills  
Across the islands and around the bends
Suddenly brakes, there’s a dead end!

Not a worry, she reverses back
And drives away from the cul de sac
Up the lane and through the gate
Tracey is never late!

She parks up next to the 4×4
And runs inside the open door
She sits upon the empty chair
A “hi” to those already there

She wonders how much she has missed
A speedy drive she had wished
The gathering soon comes to a close
Time for Tracey to go back home

Back through the lanes
to Chadwick end
and homeward bound
where her journey ends!