The chief defect of Daryl May, was taking and driving away.
A pastime that had come to be encouraged by his brother, Lee.
Who from the age of five or six had taught him all his dreadful tricks,
so by the time enough he'd grown, was taking cars all on his own.

His mother, who was unaware and really didn't seem to care,
what he was up to night and day, thought he was simply out to play.
So just imagine her surprise when opening the door,
in finding with a sombre look two officers of the law.
Who then endeavoured to explain, with tact, discretion and restrain,
how Daryl met his gruesome end, whilst taking far too fast a bend.

They told her it apeared upon that inauspicious day,
that chancing on a Ford saloon, had driven it away.
But soon he saw the flashing lights and heard the awful wail,
of the sirens of the squad car, that was closing on his tail.

Though now the chase was on and he, increased his speed with ghoulish glee.
Then on a corner, lost control and narrowly missed a telegraph pole.
But not so lucky Daz was he, colliding with a sturdy tree,
and with a bang, the car combusted and even those police who'd mustered,
were not able Daz to save, from the infernos awful rage.

When news of this reached brother Lee, who was himself in custody,
he vowed joy-riding he'd now spurn, for fear that he would crash and burn.