We called her SweetEsther,
She’s loud and she’s old.
When we drive in the mountains
It’s gonna’ be cold.
But she’ll chug up those steep grades,
She’s got heart, if not guts.
Just enjoy lot’s of scenery
While SweetEsther putt-putts.
If you don’t mind tight spaces
We’ve got the comforts of home,
Kitchen, sofa, and patio
Wherever we roam!
And though two grown people
Can’t sleep side by side,
We can pop up the top
Where another bunk hides.
We’ll drink wine out of tumblers
And heat up canned stew,
And we’ll toast to SweetEsther,
We’ll toast Me & You!
SweetEsther Chronicles 