"Roadkill" by Alexander The Poet 

Whenever I drive,
And I see, roadkill
They're dead, not alive
My car, they don't feel

I drive over them,
And I start to sing,
What is your problem?,
They can't feel a thing!

A dead squirrel here,
A dead beaver there
Everywhere I steer,
Roadkill's everywhere

Whether roadkill's fresh,
Or whether, it's old
I know it costs cash,
At my McDonald's

THE END