‘Twas three weeks since start of fall
And I heard a siren’s call
And, despite cries of protest,
Drove where the siren led.
Now I surely can attest
I was deserving of arrest.
Next time I hear a siren
I’ll pull over instead.
‘Twas three weeks since start of fall
And I heard a siren’s call
And, despite cries of protest,
Drove where the siren led.
Now I surely can attest
I was deserving of arrest.
Next time I hear a siren
I’ll pull over instead.
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