The Counting-Out Rhyme

One, two – sigh – three

Yes, this truck’s the one for me

 

It is fast, and big, and heavy

It can take me straight to heaven

 

Four, five, six, seven

My heart’s open, I will never

 

Want, or fail, or swear again, or

Blame and hate for being blamed

 

Eight, and nine, and ten – and go,

Such heavy wheels, such an endless road