What’s nicer than a family wedding on a Sunday in September?
When the sky is so blue
And the prelude is by Pachelbel
And even the view from the hotel room just lifts the spirits.
And then we have the bride and her father. Ah the bride and her father~!
Such a day is bound to be happy,
And toast and yell and wave their spoons around …
And everyone claps the “May I present Mr. and Mrs.” moment…
And the dancing goes on for just hours.