Robertson Adams


Orlando, Macon, Gainesville, Helen.
For 15 hundred miles we drove round singin’
Bears on Mountains, Jingle Bells and ABC’s.

All without boo boos, ouches or scrapes on knees.
With some bugs and lotsa mountain,

We ate well and were not poutin’
Food was egg-y, porky, kraut-y, trout-y,
And drinks sometimes were even alkie.

Next time we’ll bike, or fly, not drive.
Cause Gainesville cops got me at twenty-five.

But you do 15 in a school zone.
Be happy it was on vacay-shi-ohn.