I envy him his care-free way, I envy him his smile, The highway is his own domain, he rules it every mile; The king who drives about by day, sends couriers on ahead And buglers gay and soldiers brave, a path for him to spread; But he may go his way alone nor fear that he'll be struck, For monarch of the highway is the driver of the truck. When I go driving down the road I must obey the rules, I must watch out for all who come, the sane men and the fools, And I must guard that car of mine with vigilance and care, For even trifling accidents might strand me then and there; But let who will bump into him, he's never out of luck, No pleasure car can ever stop the driver of the truck. He sits his seat in confidence, serene and quite content, His heavy wheels are never dished, his axles never bent; A locomotive engineer might jolt him from his place, But nothing short of that would bring a tremor to his face. He laughs his cheerful way along, too big for men to buck, And even millionaires must dodge the driver of the truck. Oh, kings and kaisers overthrown, who live in exile now, And princes of the royal blood whose heads have had to bow Before the people's mightier will, if you'd once more regain The arrogance of happier days before they closed your reign, You still can make the lowly flee and force the throngs to duck-- Just hustle out and get a job as driver of a truck. _The Radio_ Since Pa put in the radio we have a lot of fun, We hustle to my room upstairs as soon as supper's done And Pa he tinkers with the discs to get it loud and clear, Then says: "Wait just a minute now, there's nothing yet to hear. Oh, now it's coming! Silence there! Now don't you move a thing. Say Ma, this is a marvelous age--a lady's going to sing!" Then Ma she listens for awhile, as pleased as she can be And when I want to hear it, too, she says, "Don't bother me! Your turn comes next and sister's, too; don't jump around that way, I want to hear the orchestra--it's just begun to play. I wish you children wouldn't fuss, I'm sure I cannot hear While you are trying all the time to snatch it from my ear." Then Pa takes up the thing awhile and says: "Oh, that's just great! A man is telling stories now. You kids will have to wait. It's wonderful to think his voice is floating in the air And people sitting in their homes can hear it everywhere-- All right, all right! It's your turn now. Perhaps this man will teach You youngsters how you should behave. A parson's going to preach."