All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
Giant bubbles, for instance, must be a twin to happiness; especially when you can pull them up over your head.
And trains that go ’round and ’round. Must be a twin, too.
But music? It makes the world go ’round. Just like that train.
And what goes up, must go higher. Certainly when there’s a friend or two heaving and ho’ing.
Why, “WOW”? Because we were here. And we were joy and happy, all stuck together.
We were also in terrible danger of pirates, matey.
And pretty much rode to safety. Pfft. I know what you’re thinking. “Women drivers.”
What. You’d rather have this guy driving?
Yeah. I don’t think so.
Tomorrow morning it’s back-to-school time. Hope our fun-o-meter stays filled up.