Well, well, well, now just whatever did I see,
Chuggin’ along out on old Route Thirty-three?
A Panda Bear in a Honda – could it be?
And he was pushing a big, old, blue RV.
His paws on the steering wheel seemed out of place,
As did the fuzzy smile on his fuzzy face,
Beneath his Santa hat with a holly sprig,
Puttin’ along, pushing that RV so big.
I’d passed country mailboxes with wreaths bedecked,
That’s the seasonal joy I’d come to expect;
Not a Panda with a red bow ’round his neck,
Helping a fellow traveler on his trek.
When I passed him by I knew then what I saw;
A rolling prank by a gray-haired grand-pa-pa.
That Panda wasn’t pushing – it wasn’t so –
His Honda was just a vehicle in tow.
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