Gavin Chafin wrote:
Aw...I thought you were going to continue with a cool Pinewood Derby poem. You know...somthing like, "Visions of District Champion dancing in his head"
You mean, like this one? (Found in several places on the web, without attribution.)
'Twas the night before Pinewood;
His car still needed lead.
He had done his very best
When his Mom yelled "Get to bed!"
As he climbed under his blanket
His car wasn't ready to race.
The Pinewood Derby was tomorrow;
There was a frown on his face.
Just as his eyes had closed
He heard something spin:
It was old Scout Saint Nick
Coming to help him win!
As he peeked from under the covers,
Scout Saint Nick started to drill
To help his car speed
On its way down the hill.
He splashed on some paint
And stuck on some wheels.
He put the car on its stand
And clicked his boot heels.
This woke the young Scout;
He had a smile on his face!
A happy Pinewood to all,
And to all a good race!