Well my friends, this is the first goodbye to a beloved stroller in the life of our young family. The narrow sidewalks and high curbs of France finally snapped the frame beyond repair. Goodbye, fair stroller.
(With a grin and a double wink : ))
ODE TO OUR STROLLER (sung to the tune of “Danny Boy“)
Peg Perego, your days with us were numbered.
Four years you’ve been our car, our guard, our friend.
The European cobblestone plus 75 pounds of children–
Your final triumph was your tragic end.
Italian leather, red upholstery.
But most of all, the many happy memories:
Three kids, 6 homes, 5 countries–joy of family.
Forced to move on, in dire straits without you;
An odd French pram now tries to take your place.
Overweight, bulky, impractical and frumpy.
None other e’er will match your style and grace.
It just ain’t right to send you to the village dump;
Your faithful frame, strewn down along the hill.
Your spirit soars, lives off beyond the rainbow,
In all my dreams and in my heart you’re with us still.