THE ONGOING SAGA OF TAYLOR AND NATE ST GERMAIN

Yes, Taylor is older than Nate, so she knew,

That when her license came, she’d bid all adieu,

The new Prius would be just a streak heading east,

A blur of raw power, a motorized beast,

She’d blow this pop stand, put pedal to floor,

Create enough buzz for the biggest press corps.

She’d set a speed record, across the whole state,

Then pass on the challenge to young brother Nate:

“Top that if you can, let’s see you go faster,

But please don’t go starting some highway disaster”!

Or better than that, let’s start a new team,

For racing in cars that are powered by steam.

They’ll be green and emit just the freshest of air,

With a slight sent of fruit, like a freshly sliced pear!

And that’s just what they did.

And they did it big time,

With steam powered cars that could stop on a dime.

And all the exhaust they would leave in their wake,

Made everyone hungry for sliced pears… and cake!

So in showrooms now, all over the land,

Buyers eat pears (but none of them canned)

While looking at cars that are saving our world,

With pictures of Taylor and Nate, flags unfurled,

That proclaim the sweet victory over nasty pollution,

And undying thanks for their clever solution.

It’s St Germain day in every country and state,

All hail to the heroes, Taylor and Nate!