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Kage's bags are packed, she's ready to go,
She's standin' outside the kids' door,
She hates to wake them up and drag them along...

But the clock is tickin', it's time to go,
Gate check the stroller and small bags stow,
Already she's so tired... she could die.
(oh, she could die!)


(chorus)

So be-have and smile for mom,
Don't make jokes about a bomb,
No juice now so you won't "have to go"...

'Cause Kage's leaving on a jet plane,
I don't know when she'll be sane again.
Oh, Kage, we feel your pain...


Curb check the bags, don't forget the tip,
Most airlines charge 2 bucks--a rip,
Skycaps get stiffed and your bags go to Rome.

Every place she goes, there in Utah,
She'll pack carseats to obey the law,
When she comes back she'll never leave her home...
(oh, ne'er leave home..)


(chorus)

So be-have and smile for mom,
Don't make jokes about a bomb,
No juice now so you won't "have to go"...

'Cause Kage's leaving--on a jet plane!
I don't know when she'll be sane again.
Oh, Kage... we feel your pain...

2 comments

Stephen said... @ June 17, 2006 at 1:43 PM

That was kind of sweet, but gentle humor. Way to go.

Kage said... @ June 18, 2006 at 8:17 PM

snarky, you finally found my true identity. Do like my outfit?

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