You all poked fun
You had your laughs
You quoted fuel consumption graphs
The papers ensured
We all were mocked
With vitriol that left us shocked
You scratched our cars
You hurled abuse
With swearing sometimes quite profuse
You cut us up
You pushed us out
Two fingers and an angry shout
Such hatred
Never felt before
Until I drove a Four-by-Four
But suddenly you?re not so snide
?Can little Johnny have a ride??
?My car is stuck?
?My wheels just spin?
?OMG, we?re all snowed in?
To school, to work
Without a fuss
I?m suddenly the minibus
The neighbour?s friend.
(Although you sniffed,
You nonetheless took up the lift)
The snow will go
The ice will melt
But will the gratitude be felt?
When weather is no more a factor
Remember your friend
The Chelsea Tractor.