Tania and I were on a mission
When without my permission
They blocked our path,
Incurred my wrath,
By blocking the streets
For the holiday parade.
We were to meet her mom
At half-past two, woe is me!
For already it was almost three.
Oh alas and alack –
Her mother will think we had a wreck!
Oh what to do?
What to do?
Then comes her little voice
From behind
Stopping me in mid-whine:
Nonna, take a deep breath.