The car is not sold
The kitchen is neither
My back’s feeling old
And I need a breather

Moving is stressful
And tiring and poopy
I’m longing for blissful
Instead I’m quite loopy

We move in three days
Seventy-two hours of fun
Our house is a maze
Of boxes undone

So please pray for the fam
As we venture to Texas
Living life on the lam
While packing does vex us