12 Days of Driving

In honor of my daughter taking her driver’s license test tomorrow, I’ve written a song.  Sing to the tune of, The Twelve Days of Christmas:

On the first day of driving my daughter gave to me, an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the second day of driving my daughter gave to me two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the third day of driving my daughter gave to me, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the fourth day of driving, my daughter gave to me, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the fifth day of driving my daughter gave to me, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the sixth day of driving my daughter gave to me, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the seventh day of driving my daughter gave to me, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the eighth day of driving my daughter gave to me, eight risky U-Turns, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the ninth day of driving my daughter gave to me, nine heart attacks, eight risky U-Turns, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the tenth day of driving my daughter gave to me, ten Hail Mary’s, nine heart attacks, eight risky U-Turns, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the eleventh day of driving my daughter gave to me, eleven white knuckles, ten Hail Mary’s, nine heart attacks, eight risky U-turns, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

On the twelfth day of driving my daughter gave to me, 12 three point turns, eleven white knuckles, ten Hail Mary’s, nine heart attacks, eight risky U-turns, seven stops abruptly, six nervous breakdowns, five bitten nails, four close calls, three barf bags, two shiny keys and an insurance bill the size of a tree.

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  • Parrish

    Very true!!

  • Cooky642

    And everyone thinks “the sex talk” is so harrowing!!!

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