Here I sit on the precipice of our third family adventure. Underwear, socks, movies, snacks,

Twas the night before travel and all through house not a creature was helping.
Not even my spouse (just kidding. it rhymes). .
The socks were being laundered with care,
In hopes that I finish the laundry in there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of travel danced in their heads.
And mamma was planning, and dad took a nap.
I booked all the hotels and activities and crap.

When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I ran right outside to see what was the matter.
Away to the van I flew like a flash,
Opened the garage, what made the crash.

I didn't see anything, I still didn't know,
I looked all around. I looked high. I looked low.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The neighbors were moving and now it was clear.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I heard someone yell, "Stop! Nick!."
More rapid than eagles he slammed on the brakes,
He knocked over boxes on a pile of rakes.

"To St. Louis! and Kansas! and Denver we'll go!
Colorado Springs! Taos! and Amarillo.
To Oaklahoma City, Little Rock and Memphis Tennessee!
Then Nashville, to Nashville ! The Grand Ole Opry."