The Charge of the Volvo Brigade

Scream and push, scream and push,
Scream and push onward,
All on the road to Mumbai
Drove the vehicles of Dread.
"Forward, the Volvo Brigade!
"Charge for the cars!" they said:
Onto the Vashi Bridge
Drove the vehicles of Dread.

"Forward, the Volvo Brigade!"
Was there a driver dismay'd?
Not tho' the Conductor knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to rules apply,
Theirs not to explain why,
Theirs but to bully and fly:
Onto the Vashi Bridge
Drove the vehicles of Dread.

Trucks to right of them,
Vans to left of them,
Cars in front of them
Scatter'd and shatter'd;
Dispers’d with menace and speed,
Fiercely they drove indeed,
Into the jaws of Mumbai,
Onto the Vashi bridge
Drove the vehicles of Dread.

Flash'd all their metal bare,
Flash'd as they cut through the air,
Rattling the vehicles there,
Charging the traffic, while
All the world wonder'd;
Plunged in the engine-smoke
Right thro' the lanes they broke;
Konduskar and Neeta
Heaved and thundered
As the traffic scatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they drove on, and on and on,
All the vehicles of Dread.

When can this gory saga fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Alas! the charge they made,
Alas! the Volvo Brigade,
Fearsome vehicles of Dread.

With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson...