A prickly drive

Out in the desert, hot and wide, A cactus stood with thorny pride, By the road, all green and tall, A classic car gave a hopeful call. Driver said, "C'mon, let's hit the gas, Got places to be, gotta move real fast!" Cactus shrugged with a prickly stare, "Nope, not budging, I like it here." (Chorus) He's the cactus that wouldn't drive, No matter the coaxing, he wouldn't strive. Sun on his face, roots in the sand, The slowest road trip in all the land. The car engine sputtered and sighed, The driver swore, the tourists cried. But that cactus, stubborn as can be, Just smiled a smile, like "Look at me!" (Chorus) He's the cactus that wouldn't drive, No matter the coaxing, he wouldn't strive. Sun on his face, roots in the sand, The slowest road trip in all the land. Now the tourists snap a selfie instead, The cactus a star, leaves on his head. Maybe he's wise, maybe he ain't, But movin' on? That just seems quaint. (Chorus) He's the cactus that wouldn't drive, No matter the coaxing, he wouldn't strive. Sun on his face, roots in the sand, The slowest road trip in all the land. [Outro] The driver shrugs, gives the cactus a pat, "Guess sometimes slow is where it's at." Car turns around, putters away, That cactus watches another day.