The Idiot Boy
by Rudyard Kipling
He wandered down the moutain grade Beyond the speed assigned, A youth whom Justice often stayed And generally fined. He went alone, that none might know If he could drive or steer. Now he is in the ditch, and Oh! The differential gear!
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