Gypsies’ Ode to the Caravan

Oh when the cold lurks past our doors,

we gypsies love your heated seats.

Stars guide our weary hearts,

better yet, headlights show the streets.

 

We journey together,

one heartbeat echo’s for all.

My people voice together,

next stop, the nearest mall!

 

Charms of wisdom and luck,

sometimes ward off ghostly creatures.

Your airbags come standard,

among other safety features.

 

Labeled as thieves just for trying to find water,

 canisters upon our backs in the burning sun.

Oh glory to the Caravan that comes with cup holders,

a Gypsies day can now be done