"C-Max Fever" (with apologies to John Masefield) I must off in the "C" again, with a Panoramic sky, And all I ask is a tall car and a road to steer her by, And the motor quick and the engine strong and the full charge making, And a broad grin on the driver's face, and a hundred braking. I must off in the "C" again, for the call of the pulse and glide Is a power call and a coasting call that many have not tried; And all I ask is a windless day with a C-Max flying, And the lack of sway and the absent boom, and the Pri' cars crying. I must off in the "C" again, to the leafy garden life, Then the straight-away and the back-road way with curves sharp as a knife; And all I ask is a mileage yarn from a knowing fellow Maxer And icy-cream and a good-night dream when the fun drive's over.