Oh Waze, dear Waze, how could we ever roam,

Without your guiding voice, we’d never find our home.

Gone are the days of trifold maps in laps,

Now you lead us swiftly, past all mishaps.

Accidents ahead? You gently steer us clear,

Speed radars lurking? You whisper in our ear.

Traffic enforcers plotting? You show another way,

Your wisdom shines brightly, guiding night and day.

To remote destinations, through paths less trod,

You find the shortest route, like some digital god.

From your ancestral maps, you’ve evolved so fine,

No more paper folding, no more desperate whine.

So here’s to you, Waze, our modern-day guide,

In your digital embrace, we joyfully ride.

For without you, dear Waze, we’d be hopelessly lost,

Navigating the world’s highways, no matter the cost.