Song of the Car
To my work! To my work! The car breaks are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white mists are flying.
North, north away, the grey road is rolling.
Green car, green car, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my colleagues that came to work before me?
I will leave, I will leave these walls that bore me!
At work merry are students, and knowledge is thriving.
I will spend many hours lonely driving.
Long are the miles silently rolling,
(Alternative: Four are the wheels speedily rolling)
Sweet are the voices at my business school calling
At my business school, where the truth is discovered,
Where we work in joy; entrepreneurship forever!
by Elanor Gamgee