Ode to My Mechanic

The starter's sluggish; oil is low.
The AC's getting warmer.
We need a help to make it go
and be a good performer.

He has a name that we revere,
when the vehicle in his hands
returns to the shape that we hold dear,
responding to our commands.

He makes my car dependable,
prevents my feeling panic.
No way is he expendable;
hurray for my mechanic!