The Ford Owner's Psalm

The Ford is my auto, I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It soreth my soul.
It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for it's namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the valleys, I am towed up hills.
I fear much evil for I ride alone.
My rods and my engine discomfort me
I preparest mine engine in the presence of mine enemies
I annointest my tires with patches,
My radiator runneth over.
Surely if this thing follows me all the days of my life, I shall dwell in the bug house forever.


I first posted this on another MoPar site, 8 or 10 years ago. I refined it a little for this posting. Enjoy. - Frank