Bumper-to-bumper traffic on the hot highway,
I was running late to work, it was an awful day.
I screamed at the car in front and told him where to go.
What was the problem anyway? Why wouldn't things just flow?
My pantyhose were choking me, my living girdle dead,
Exhaust fumes overwhelmed me, a pounding filled my head.
My pedicured toes were hurting from the pinching of my heels.
No one else in this whole world could know how bad I feel.
And then I saw it up ahead, the sign that would save me.
It said, "EXIT" in big, bold letters, I'd take it and flee!
I inched toward my salvation, it seemed to take forever.
I laughed aloud as I drove away -- I thought I was so clever!
I noticed children playing and birds singing pretty songs.
Somehow rushing anywhere suddenly seemed so wrong.
Then, I noticed her on the corner with her little stand,
She was selling lemonade -- the pink kind from the can.
I gave her the money and then shed a few tears.
I had felt so content, had not been relaxed in years.
The child offered a tissue and then she said to me,
"The lemonade is 5 cents but the smiles are for free!"