Meandering in the tangled corn,
I chanced on a barn, looking so forlorn.
What happened next, before my eyes
Was startling, such a surprise!
The music of radios and dusty old horns
Echoed out among the corns,
And suddenly tires started to spin.
The barn dance was about to begin.
Such a sight had never been seen,
By me or any human being.
Old cars from abandoned fields and lots,
Filed in to start the old fox trot.
It was a strange mix of sharp turns and halts,
The jagged Chevy waltz!