A fairly ancient parody of the 23rd Psalm:

The ford is my motor I shall not want - another
It maketh me to lie down in wet places,
It despaireth my soul,
It leadeth me into deep waters,
It leadeth me into the paths of ridicule for its name's sake.
It prepareth a breakdown in the presence of mine enemies,
Yea though I run through the valleys, I am towed up the hills,
I fear much evil when it is with me,
It anointeth my face with oil,
Its rods and tappets discomfort me,
Surely to goodness the damn thing won't follow me all the days of my life,
Or I shall dwell in the house of the insane forever.

LFF