There’s nothing like a good road trip to kick off spring.
No tickets to book, nor schedule to keep.
Just pull off the road when you’re ready to sleep.
The sun shines bright and the pavement is dry,
there’s so much to see when you opt not to fly.
Go find some good friends to help split the drive,
and keep your eye out for a cheap motel dive.
When your waitress says, “Maine? Where’s that?!”
Make sure she knows the world: it’s not flat.
The Great Lakes truly are a spectacular sight,
Until you reach half-way, in the town of North Bay.
From there it’s all French and Fleur-de-lis,
The abbreviation s.v.p: I learned it means please.
Our Motto: “Hell Bent for Fort Kent,” the drive is now past,
I’m psyched that we made it to Maine wicked fast.