The muse was on me earlier tonight, then he dozed off. Sorry this is late.

Sung to the melody of "That Old Rugged Cross"

"The Vanagon Song"

On a hill all alone
Stood a Vanagon  most gone,
It's paint was all shabby and worn,

It could not hold a full tank,
Tailpipe rattled and clanked,
Uphols'try was all ripped and  torn

Then came a Kind Soul,
With a heart brave and bold,
Who said this just cannot be,

And with hard work applied,
Parts and  tools at his side,
The Kind Soul set the Vanagon free.......

J.H. Rodgers .(c) 2009