I pulled up to a red light last week.

I was in the right hand lane.

Trying to tune in a good station on the radio,

I keep hearing this crazy pitter-patter noise.

Pitter- patter, pitter-patter.

I finally look to my left,

There is Fred Flintstone in his ragtop.

Them little feet just going a mile a minute.

Ya! he got me, But it was close.