We’ve barely pulled out of the drive
When the question we always get,
No matter how long the trip
Is, “Daddy, are we there yet?”

“Who gets to sit by the window?”
Is cause for much fussing and fret.
The fighting stops long enough
To ask, “Dad, are we there yet?”

It seems like a dozen times,
It’s more like a hundred, I bet,
The kids all take turns asking,
“Hey Daddy, are we there yet?”

Children are born with the question,
In concrete that one gene is set,
So they can’t keep from asking,
“Please Daddy, are we there yet?”

But when we finally get there,
No matter how long it has been,
The kids will all be asleep
We’ll have to carry them in!