Two off-roaders, both alike in dignity,
In fair Detroit, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new rivalry,
Where civil oil makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossād mudders take their life;
Whose misadventures four-wheeling overthrows
Do with their death bury their ownersā strife.
The fearful passage of their off-road tires,
And the continuance of their FoMoCoās rage,
Which, but Motor Cityās end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hoursā traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient gearhead attend,
What here shall miss, Moparās toil shall strive to mend.