In seventeen-ninety-one, the wheels began to spin,
With steam and sparks, old Cugnot took a breath and jumped right in.
His carriage shook, it huffed and puffed, it barely made a mile,
But every bump upon the road just made him grin and smile!
It wasn't fast, just nine km, and every ten, a break,
It hissed and moaned and sometimes stalled, a puff of steam in wake.
He hit a wall, oh what a scene! The very first car crash!
But legends start with little sparks, not always with a flash.
Oh the road was rough, the ride was tough,
And people laughed back then—
But try and try, he reached the sky
And sparked the dreams of men!
He laid the track for all to ride,
So now we drive with pride!
So here's to steam and dreams that gleam, and bumpy roads ahead,
To taking breaks, and learning how to steer with heart instead.
'Cause every car and every lane began with one brave try—
Thank you, dear Cugnot, the first to drive and fly!
With steam and sparks, old Cugnot took a breath and jumped right in.
His carriage shook, it huffed and puffed, it barely made a mile,
But every bump upon the road just made him grin and smile!
It wasn't fast, just nine km, and every ten, a break,
It hissed and moaned and sometimes stalled, a puff of steam in wake.
He hit a wall, oh what a scene! The very first car crash!
But legends start with little sparks, not always with a flash.
Oh the road was rough, the ride was tough,
And people laughed back then—
But try and try, he reached the sky
And sparked the dreams of men!
He laid the track for all to ride,
So now we drive with pride!
So here's to steam and dreams that gleam, and bumpy roads ahead,
To taking breaks, and learning how to steer with heart instead.
'Cause every car and every lane began with one brave try—
Thank you, dear Cugnot, the first to drive and fly!