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C J Dennis - The Expert
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Bill?  Oh, him ... Well, he`s taken a knock.
   Real sad when I spoke to him last;
Sufferin` like from a nasty shock.
   Just drivin` a wee bit fast
Round a corner -- no chance to halt --
   Skittles a kid on the road.
An` they`re tellin` him now it`s all his fault,
   `Case he didn`t observe the Code.

Code? Wot Code? Why, Bill can drive!
   An` they`re tellin` him now he was rash.
It`s his skill at the wheel kept him alive
   And out of many a smash.
And now, this luck. Yes; the youngster died,
   But the evidence plainly showed
That Bill was fair on the proper side,
   What more could he do with the Code?

Why, I`ve seen Bill drive on just two wheels,
   Miss trees by a coat of paint.
An` now, it`s rotten the way he feels
   Broke up when they made complaint:
Callin` him careless. Careless? Him?
   Why, I`ve seen him motor a load
At eighty an hour, an` the light all dim.
   He didn`t learn that from a Code.

But there you are ... One accident more,
   One more kid, chancin` to roam,
Knocked stiff in sight of his own house door --
   One more grief-stricken home --
An` poor Bill, eyes still fixed ahead
   On that small, still form by the road,
Sayin` over an` over, "He`s dead!  He`s dead! . . ."
   Well -- Maybe there is good in a Code.
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