In my state there is a thruway,

Six-lane thruway, top speed seventy.

From that thruway is an exit,

Exit 13, ramp speed thirty,

At that exit's end, a toll-booth,

Passenger cars, Lanes 2 and 3.

Past that booth you come to a rotary,

Round and wide and Drive With Care.

A stop-light east is Maple Terrace,

In Maple Terrace stands a white house,

It says on the mailbox H. J. SMITH.

In the Smiths' house is a bedroom,

Master-bedroom, rear, three windows,

In that bedroom a wide white bed,

Beside that big bed, on the floor,

Lies a pile of H.J.'s clothes.

In that pile is his gray trousers,

In those trousers is a pocket,

In that pocket a green wallet.

In that wallet is an old snapshot.

Snaps hot girl, black bathing-suit,

Slim Mrs. trim Mrs. Long-leg Smith,

Honey" a summer twenty years ago.