The smell of basil fills the car.
Stuck in this traffic, here we are,
cars jammed, moving helter-skelter.
In this heat we start to swelter.
People tense up, drivers wilt.
This road is really narrow built.
We are sedate, the killer-diller
smell of basil is a thriller.
Brakes are whining, brake lights flash.
No one can rev and make a dash.
But our car's filled with razzle-dazzle,
because we've got a gift of basil.