Remember that last reflection on driving with the song to the tune of "Oh, Tannenbaum"? Driving back from the in-laws on July 4, I started another one:
I hate to drive, I hate to drive,
It messes up my tummy.
It makes me want my teddy bear,
It makes me want my mummy.
The Parkway of the Garden State
Deserves antipathy and hate.
I think I'm going to be late.
I hate to drive, I hate to drive.