The mighty Land Cruiser

 

The master of the road, boss with no match,

it moves with such ease,

Conquering rough terrain, with such poise and please,

It navigates the bad roads, and floods with no fear,

And crosses raging rivers, with no care or tear. 

With wheels that grip and an engine that roars,

No obstacle too big, no river too wide,

Through mud, rocks, and dirt, it embrace it all with pride. 

With each turn, a sense of awe,

As the boss moves with grace, defying the law,

Its power and strength, a wonder to behold,

A mystery unraveled, its story told. 

It serves as a rural ambulance, a savior of lives, 

Ensuring aid reaches where it thrives, 

School supplies too, it delivers with pride, 

To educate young minds far and wide. 

Police officers depend on its speed, 

To maintain law and order with it like the force of law, 

Rural farmers, too, owe it their gratitude, 

As it transports loads of coffee bags with fortitude, sustaining their family household income. 

The boss, the master is no other than the Toyota Land Cruiser, the hope for the rural Papua New Guinea