Modern Jess did just look out
On a fleet of scooters
When the snow lay round about
Right up to his hooters
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a Vespa came in sight
Carb starving of fuel.
"Hither Mods, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder MV'er, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Jess, he roams most every state
From East coast to the West, sir,
His Vespa crosses all state lines
Scooting just for pleasure".
"Bring me fuel and bring me tires
Bring me parts Malossi.
Thou and I will see him on
With tuning from our Greasy.
Mods and Jess forth they went
Forth they went together
Stripped the scoot then rebuilt it
Now it runs much better.
Jess, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger.
The scoot is built, but 'tis so cold
How can we go much longer?
"Watch mu tracks, my good Mods
Ride forth in them boldly.
Heated grips and ;ap apron
Freeze thy blood less coldly".
So in their master's tracks they rode
Where the snow lay dinted.
Grooves were left in every sod
Which Michelin had printed.
Therefore, MVers, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who ride with modern scoots
Shall yourselves find blessing.