To a car
(wi apologies to Robert Burns)
Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous auto'r,
Oh, what a panic's in thy motor!
Thou canna start awa' sae hasty,
But growl an rattle,
Thy spark plugs splutter ... och!
Thy murd'ring prattle.
I'm truly sorry. I know the cause: it's
Thy motor's fouled wi carbon deposits.
Thy strength's a' sapped. Ach, poor beastie
I'll save thee then.
I'll switch to Shell, wi blest TCP
Thou'll purr again.
Reproduced by kind permission of Shell Canada.
- Image from a Shell advert, 1955: full image >
- Advert reproduced from 'Tattoo and games: Program / Toronto Highland Games Association', 1955, by kind permission of Shell Canada.
- [NLS reference: HP3.91.521]
