Sunday's Children

My Daddy, my sister, and me
Were out for another Sunday ride
and my sister and me
Just being four and five
Couldn't help being childlike.
But this preyed upon daddy's nerves.
And the ocassion arose
For him to throw on his brakes.
As the dashboard met
Little sister's face
It split her little lip..
And daddy said with contempt
"Now I guess you'll learn to
Sit back in you seat".
Sunday rides were that dreaded treat
That daddy somehow thought so neat.
As for me,
The child who always talked in double-time,
Daddy would call me on this 'crime',
As step-mother impatiently played interpreter
Always making what i had said sound stupider.
Sunday riding, Sunday riding
Never was about a drive...
Oh no, Sunday riding, Sunday riding
Just came down to
Riding Sunday's children.

Last Updated: 1-13-05