Road to Santa Barbara (a chant)

The fog was in Carmel
The fog was on the bay
The fog was all around us
        and we're on our merry way.

I wish that we were there
The gas is almost dry
A gallon and a half will only last
       for seven miles

A chicken in the road
A chicken on the farm
A chicken in a Honda on the
       way to Santa Bar-bar-a

Age 16 - I must have been thinking motorhome with that gas milage. I do have some older stuff, that I'll find, someday, when I finally un-pack everything.

The End

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