A shining automobile
Was standing at the curb.
A glib and crafty salesman
Was handing out his blurb.
A bicycle was leaning
Its well-worn handle bar
Against a post--the early
Ancestor of the car.
Then, snorting down the pavement,
A motorcycle flew,
Pausing between the cycle
And car so bright and new.
“Aha,” the auto whispered,
“I have evolved, I think,
From that bicycle yonder,
And here’s the missing link.”