Ped-xing on London streets, We came paper-thin close To cars bearing down From the right... Who knew... Not from the left, as we do. For left's from whence our traffic comes... But not in this maritime nation, Where traffic does from starboard come. What's less sure Is the forbearance of cabbies And lorrymen And those moody in midday traffic Stopped or slowed... And having to grant instant indulgences To those who step off, looking left. So the pressure's on drivers to brake a lot To avoid look-the-wrong-way tourists With pedestrian harm, though, front of mind The civilized Burghers of London Had "Look Right" signs Painted on crosswalks, To remind us Yanks, just where we were.