I Wrote This and Read This to My Kids, So Many Years Ago Now . . .

CAPTAIN DRAGGIN’S PERPETUAL MOTION MACHINE

By Paul Chimera
Copyright 2006



Captain Draggin’s perpetual motion machine
It’s shiny and brilliant and quite squeaky clean
It jumps and it bumps and it reels and it dips
And races through tunnels and turns funny flips
It careens around corners and leaps over trees
And toddles and bobbles and jumps when you sneeze!

Captain Draggin’s perpetual motion machine
It’s tireless and fearless and floats like a song
Down highways and byways and roads miles long
It trundles down turnpikes and lumbers down lanes
It picks up more speed than a runaway train!

Captain Draggin’s perpetual motion machine
It cannot, it will not, it simply won’t stop
Not for red lights or snowstorms or uniformed cops
It has a mind of its own, its own power source
It’s a tenacious, outrageous and powerful force!

It thunders relentless past houses and farms
And screeches up hillsides and down people’s arms
It swims where there’s water and clumps where there’s mud
Such a messy contraption, all covered with crud!

Captain Draggin’s perpetual motion machine
It’s shiny and brilliant and quite squeaky clean
Except when it plays in Farmer Jacobson’s crops
Oh, then it needs washing with three hundred mops
It jumps over turnips and sits on the squash
And rolls in the cabbage and could sure use a wash
It tugs at the string beans and teases the corn
And plays with the pickles until it is morn’!

It never gets tired, it never grows weak
Just keeps right on moving, week after week
It requires no gas and needs never to rest
It never falls short ‘cause it’s always the best!

It can take to the air like a seagull in flight
And drift with the ease of a child’s bright kite
It can choose to chase rainbows and leap lofty clouds
And jump over caverns and cities and towns!

If you look out your window it’s bound to be seen
This majestic perpetual motion machine
But don’t try to stop it, don’t ask it to halt
For this stubborn contraption is driven to a fault!

Captain Draggin, however, well he’s another sort
He’s tall and he’s thin and he’s fat and he’s short
He’s easy to spot with his head of green hair
And his short stubby legs that come two in a pair!

He needs his machine, his motion machine
To comply with his wish to be heard but not seen
For while his contraption is out moving ahead
Captain Draggin’s at home comfy curled up in bed!

He seldom goes out, he likes staying inside
Especially when his machine is outside for a ride
It suits him quite nicely, it suits him just fine
To let his perpetual machine pass the time!

Captain Draggin is home and all smiles today
Knowing his machine is outside hard at play
It makes him so happy, it makes him serene
It’s Captain Draggin’s perpetual motion machine!

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