When You Get an Itch to Go


My dad was harbored in the war
And had to miss MacArthur’s roar.

My sister went to Germany
And found how cold that it can be.

My brother went to Viet Nam,
But didn’t drop a single bomb.

My mother went to Tennessee
And wished she’d never seen a tree (not really).

But California’s more my speed –
The bestest place I ever see’d.

So when you itch to romp and roam,
Remember, there’s no place like home!


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