“Let’s go!” says the family, and I say, “Go WHERE?”
“Destination’s no object”, they say, “Anywhere”.
Wait’ll Florence doffs her apron and dons her war paint,
Then take us, dear Chevvy, some place that we ain’t!
“I don’t wanna stay home here”, I hear Sandy say;
“Where are we going, dear Daddy, today?
Just wait’ll I drag me a comb through my hair,
And take me, dear Pater, just any-old-where.”
When I ask ’em, “Where to?” they answer, “Aw, g’wan,
Just so we go hither and thither, and yon.”
I hear the clear plea of my Mrs. and Miss,
“Just take us, O Father, someplace besides THIS.”
I fear I’m a flop as a father, all right,
When home’s just a place where we end up at night.
We don’t care WHERE we go, as we climb in the car–
Just so it’s no place where we presently are!
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 20, 1943
