Crossing London streets,
We came paper-thin close
To cars bearing down...
Unexpectedly from the right...
And not, as accustomed,
From the left.
And what's less sure
Than the forbearance of cabbies,
Slowed in thick traffic
And having to use good sense,
To deal with 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.