In the heat of a noon's sun
In a yellow vest he will come
To stop the motorist's wrath
From causing scathe

He stands proud,
Holding his sign that guides the crowed
Move along, move along, he declares
While each driver stares.

The sign is finally up
the crowed moves about
however, he doesn't forget
that the machines still stand and wait

Move along! Move along! the drivers shout
Causing the crowed to panic without a doubt
But they should not worry as he is still there
The yellow vest wearing fellow who governs the roads we share