twas the night before raceday and dans with his car

hoping that someday he'd be a big superstar.

He grips the wheel with emotion and care

praying someday a trophy would be there

Danny is fast, theres no doubt in my mind,

he looks way yonder and what does he find?

the one lil thing he cant get off his mind!

" what is that" as his jaw his the ground!

it came thundering in with an awful sound!

its white and its fast and the driver is fat

"looks like Bretts back" teddy said kinda gaze

now danny finishes second these days