On Highway 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile  

They said had run the light  

That caused the six-car pileup  

On 109 that night.  

When broken bodies lay about  

And blood was everywhere,  

The sirens screamed out eulogies  

For death was in the air.  

A mother, trapped inside her car  

Was heard above the noise;  

Her plaintive plea near split the air:  

"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"  

She fought to loose her pinned hands;  

She struggled to get free  

But mangled metal held her fast  

In grim captivity.  

Her frightened eyes then focused  

On where the back seat once had been  

But all she saw was broken glass and  

Two children's seats crushed in.  

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;  

She did not hear them cry  

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,  

"Oh, God, don't let them die!"  

Then firemen came and cut her loose  

But when they searched the back,  

They found therein no little boys,  

But the seat belts were intact.  

They thought the woman had gone mad  

And was traveling alone,  

But when they turned to question her  

They discovered she was gone.  

Policemen saw her running wild  

And screaming above the noise  

In beseeching supplication,  

"Please help me find my boys!  

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;  

"Their jeans are blue to match."