When at my friend the mechanic's I'm seated,
Like a negligent parent I'm always treated.
Whatever I say, it's like I've just asked,
If he'd be so kind, to change the gas.

If internal combustion, as I'm sure he'll
Admit, is such a great invention,
Why can't he keep his judgment internal,
And emulate his precious engine?

Like many, I'm sure, who've gone before,
I think home remedy's the cure.
If again my car for a tune-up beseeches,
I'll forgo my mechanic and apply some leeches.