The Moke V, by crewman Beau

Then the purple car beguiling, our countenance was surely smiling,

And the folk were all a grinning, in their Sunday best they wore, 

They cheered the Moke, and our hearts were woke, 

As children ran to the missing door, 

They slapped our hands and cheered some more, 

~ And our hearts were lifted, Evermore!