06/19/2013 5:39 PM
05/16/2014 7:13 PM
The wheels are up, the plane roars high;
I’m soaring off to sunny sky.
Vacation comes, the cares are shed;
There’s not a thing to fret or dread.
No phones allowed; I’m out of touch
(It’s paradise, or nearly such!)
But with a jolt, one thought will dawn:
Say, did I leave the oven on?