The Three Story House

Thirteen passenger van, filled to the brim,

Chugs along the swamp so grim.

Screaming and yelling, singing with a rin-ah-tin-tin

All thirteen eating the crumbs from an empty bin.

Mom worries about the smallest three,

Father screams, Bee! Bee!

Driving the fresh commute to another unknown road,

The three-year-old screams, you’ve squashed a toad!

Without request the limo-van drags itself to a halt,

Choking on smoke within its vault.

Singing a sad tune, ending with a spit and sputter

Oh FISH STICKS, Father mutters.

But on the horizon they cross their luck,

A three-story house, made above the muck.

Buzz, biz, biz, buzz, buzz, -- biz, buzz.

Hehe! Haha! little Liz does buzz the door

Buzz, biz, biz, buzz, buzz, -- biz, buzz.

A man appears, he’s holding William Shakespeare

No help have we, oh please

They can wait in the shade, but stay out of site

Mind the dogs, they do bite.

Buzz, biz, biz, buzz, buzz, -- biz, buzz.

Back to the car, to conjure a new plan,

They decide to push the van.

Heave! Ho! The kids ran over dads toe!

They see a mailbox, its name is Moe,

Down the dirt road they spot a shack,

It’s a miracle, it’s still intact.

A man appears, he’s holding a beer,

What seems to be the problem? Howdy, my dear!

Inside you thirteen, there’s water and bread.

If you’re tired, you can share my couch and bed.

Three hours gone by, father wakes, thinking it must be a lie.

The van is washed and ready to roll good-bye!

All aboard, they hoot and holler!

Waving to Moe, who seems a little taller.