Illustration Friday prompt: racing

The racing gnicar does it wrong;
his heels are where the toes belong.
Ever racing he sings a song:
“hum ditty, bum ditty” all day long.
I stopped him once,
said, “You’re all wrong.”
He replied, “My lungs are strong,
want to come and hop along?
It’s easy when your toes are long.”
“Be with you when you’re all wrong?”
I replied to his silly song.
“Hum ditty, bum ditty,” he sang alone—
I shook my fist and gave a groan,
“Don’t you see that you’re all wrong?”
You know what that gnicar did?
He raced away, probably hid.
Poor old creature with his stupid song
Never seeing he’s made all wrong.