03/14/2026
'Twas the night before the derby, graphite was everywhere,
No one could sit still, not even a Bear.
The car kits were opened on tables with care,
in hopes that a champion racer was there.
The wheels were laid out and the axles aligned,
While visions of trophies danced through each mind.
With sawdust flying and sandpaper in hand,
Each Scout built the fastest car in the land.
The parents looked on with a chuckle or grin,
Remembering races they once hoped to win.
“Just a little more polish... a little more shine,”
“Make sure that weight placement is right on the line.”
When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,
A scout dropped a wheel, what could be the matter?
To the floor we all scrambled, hearts skipping a beat,
But the race car was fixed and rolled smooth as could be.
The paint had dried glossy in colors so bright,
Red, blues and yellows that gleamed in the light.
From sleek lightning streaks to bold flames on the side,
Each car held the dreams of its builder with pride.
And as scouts packed their cars away for the night,
They whispered, “Tomorrow... we cheer with all might.”
Then off to their beds, with hands smelling of pine,
“Happy Pinewood Derby to all, see you at the start line!”
