Chester the Cheshire

Chester the Cheshire
Chester now knew what it meant to be caught in the headlights

It was a beautiful day, around the first of May,
I was coming down fast off a long hill,
When a binder snapped and I started to sway,
And I wondered if I’d make it to the mill.

I double clutched her once, and I said a prayer,
I was hoping I could get to the old store,
Cause I could check my load and rebind her there,
When Chester trotted out from his back door,

Chester the Cheshire, it was he that I blame,
Cause my horn had given warning on that hill,
Though my warning clear, still to the road he came,
And he left as flat, dead, multicolored road kill.

Eighteen wheels of tread marks on his flattened hide,
Firestone and Goodyear imprinted in his brains,
Flat as a pancake with nothing left inside,
The crew will scoop him and throw him in the drain.

The Road Kill Grill’s closed, no Chester to serve,
Just possum, ‘diller, and an occasional buck,
There’s nothing left of Chester, no muscle or nerve,
Just a hide, nothing inside, even the maggots got no luck,

Chester the Cheshire, it was he that I blame,
Cause my horn had given warning on that hill,
Though my warning clear, still to the road he came,
And he left as flat, dead, multicolored road kill

Look out Chester!