Car chase

Their passing steps towards the car
And the unthinkable will happen
A crowd in haste
A seat in a chase
Like an army of bees
Through a hole in a comb
Their passing steps, the most noise
Tum-pum pum-tum
Ceasing when vacancy restored

Not on a play field
Those gallant feet
Nor boots to hide their heel
But to run on the streets
All: family, single, children
And the elderly tum tsi-tsi pum
Their feet towards the car, running