Crossing London streets, We came paper-thin close To cars bearing down... Unexpectedly from the right... And not, as accustomed, From the left, Where the lane was clear And seemingly safe. But a glance right by chance Showed chrome car grills, Unleashed by traffic light say-so, Rolling our way, But slow enough just to keep all of us Separated by a bit of good sense. 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.