There was a man named Jim Thomson Smith, who lived on Slow Lane, at house number 5th.

But Jim was not slow, no not at all.
He liked things that go fast, like boats, cars and stick ball.

Now on this fine day Jim went outside, he was looking for action of the quick and fun kind.

So he jumped on his bike and rode down the street, then looking around at people that he might meet.

He met a man named Ronald The Fifth, whom was a curious one with his whiskers and white teeth.

Ronald greeted Jim and gave him the keys to a very fast car; oh yes, very fast, it zipped and it roared!

So Jim jumped in the car and off he went. He hit a cracking pace with no money spent.

He pushed on the gasometer with great gusto and force, for he was in a great hurry and wearing red shorts.

His auto machine was not fast enough. No not for Jim, not by a scruff, tuff or wuff.

He needed more speed, on this fine day, for he had a feeling he could be a race driver one day.

So he jumped out of the car, and to his surprise, a flying machine was right there in disguise.

With a smile and excitement Jim new what to do. He jumped into the cabin of machine number two.

His new flying machine would go much quicker. It was just what he wanted and he felt much slicker.

He sat in the seat and pumped on the pedals, and away he went, into the heavens.

He flapped, and flipped and pedaled with might, and then not long before he was out of sight.

It was hard work for Jim in this flying machine, but he had a good breakfast of liver and beans.

He huffed and puffed and twitched and tooted, and soon saw his cousin named Julius McSuited.

His cousin said “Hello.” And “Nice day for a ride?” But Jim was so out of breath he could only be snide.

He let out a gasp and a yelp and a sputter, and his flying machine made quite a flutter.

He was pleased to see Julius, on this particular day, for they could enjoy the sunshine in an old fashioned way.