Prowlin' in six traffic lanes, drivers all a-scowlin',
Toe-tappin' on the cruisin' pegs, toe-tappin' with both
A helmet full of drums and brass and guitar chords a-growlin'
Ain't nothin' in God's heaven near to bein' quite so
As pushin' 80 on the 80, both tailpipes a-howlin',
And that French chick a-hummin' there astride the trophy
If this is neither a quatrain nor an octrain, it must
be a sextrain.