I'm packed

(You know the tune, you can sing along. I won't tell anybody)

All my bags are packed
the runny poo has ceased
Ben's passports arrived
so we can leave at least
I'm so very tired I gotta sleep

The next question will be,
"Is it chicken or fish?"
How long will Ben sleep?
Twelve hours is my wish
And, will I get all the good movies that I need?

Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
The fuel strike's on and everyone is shifting blame
Please let us clear the ground . . .

do, wa do wa do wa do wa . . .

Scott