Red Red Whine

And with apologies to UB40, here is a little song we wrote today, dedicated to a strawberry blonde in the backseat who kept complaining during the ride home from Rosh Hashanah services and the subsequent lunch.

Red Red Whine!
She's in the car seat,
Life on the downbeat,
With sobs all the time,
My red, red, red whine.

All I hear,
Are her tears,
And they're not sublime,
Her cheeks wet,
There's no threat,
She'll stop anytime...

Red Red Whine!
She's in the car seat,
Life on the downbeat,
With sobs all the time,
My red, red, red whine.

Red Red whine, she's not feeling fine
She keeps on crying most of the time,
Red Red whine, she's not feeling fine,
She's not happy, ain't that a crime?
Red Red whine, she's not feeling fine
It's too noisy, I need a mime...
Red Red Whine....