For poor Dodd, 'twas a standard feature;
most days a malaise was as good as it got,
poor Dodd, such a hapless creature!
By dint of sheer fate, this fellow named Dodd
who had at times contemplated;
had he run that child over, oh grace of God?
No, he was exonerated.
The tires from Dodd's bus were sent to an FBI crime lab in Washington, D.C. for examination and eventually came back listed as 'inconclusive'. But going by the book, [as some folks were likely to think], this wouldn't let him off the hook.