Fromage.

I like to drive fast.
Fast, not slow.
I want to move, to fly.
But I'm stuck in traffic,
Not moving, not moving,

I'm that rat
That just can't get
To the fromage.

Fromage? Bah! Who am I kidding?
I can't even think fromage
Because I'm stuck - -
Surrounded in a small strip of nowhere
With a bunch of other rodents
Who are thinking cheese.

Don't even suggest Cambronne
In this Land of the Velveeta Eaters.