Christmas Out On Route Thirty-three
Well, well, well, now whatever did I just see,
Chuggin’ along out on old Route Thirty-three?
A Panda Bear in a Honda – could it be?
And he was pushing a big, old, blue RV.
His paws on the steering wheel seemed out of place,
As did the fuzzy smile on his fuzzy face,
Beneath his Santa hat with a holly sprig,
Puttin’ along, pushing that RV so big.
I’d passed country mailboxes with wreaths bedecked,
That’s the seasonal joy I’d come to expect;
Not a Panda, with a red bow ’round his neck,
Helping a fellow traveler on his trek.
