Forty years is a long, long time
To turn from green to yellow to red;
Though clock or carillon chime,
It’ll never turn its head.
But it’s seen a lotta stoppin’
And it’s seen a lotta runnin’
And it’s heard a lotta brakin’
And it’s heard a lotta gunnin’ –
But the stoplight never changes,
As the stoplight ever changes.
In ’74 it began to shine,
Guiding cars down on the street
At the corner of Main and Pine –
But oblivious, should they meet.
Oh, it’s seen a lotta left turns
And it’s seen a lotta right turns
And it’s watched a lotta U-turns
And a lotta “Well-I-might-turn”s –
And the stoplight ever changes,
But the stoplight never changes.
—Anon A. Mouse