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So...
You're going to
get in your car,
and then Varoom,
you crank it right up,
And then Varoom,
you speed
along the highway,
through many small towns
and big cities too.
And then Varoom,
you storm
our quaint little village,
and screech your brakes
to stop at our door.
Over the river
and through the woods...
I think not!
You're not on your way
to Grandmother's House.
As Grandma,
you get the fast car,
the fast lane,
the hand drawn cards,
a refrigerator collage.
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Time's a wastin',
the kids are growin'
So, Varoom,
you come to give them
a hug, a wink, and a kiss.
Then Varoom, you go,
Back to your home,
to a cluttered fridge,
to hand drawn cards
and winking pictures.
Warm memories ours
of stories shared,
and cookies made,
of hands held tight
and young hearts warmed.
It's a ploy, it's a game,
You come like a flash,
then Varoom,
the kids hearts will fly
to be with you again,
So they too will long,
as all children long,
to go Varoom,
over the river
and trough the wood.
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