'Twas a Night in November
My scooters are snuggled all safe in their beds,
With visions of new tires and oil in their heads,
My Vespa's been cleaned, and the Burgie's a wrap,
They've just settled in for their long winter's nap.
They're out in the barn and they don't make much clatter,
Some Sta-Bil and a trickle charge takes care of the matter.
But I wish it were Spring as I turn out the light,
Happy Scooting to All, and to All a Good Night
From a Scoot Jockey,
Lake Geneva, WI