On the D-day, woke up with zeal, all set to meet my little munchkin, I tried packing everything I could, but forgot my passport.
Rushing, sliding, pushing with my heart throbbing reached the port, found out I goofed up by leaving my passport behind, oh lord I shouted in fury.
Out in the summer afternoon, caught a man who just flew the gigantic craft, pleaded for help; oh did he not scowl or guffaw, happily he told I don't need a passport to reach my munchkin!
Confusing me eh I said but checked out again, got my answers, sat in the plane with a grin, without any passport to reach in my own way, oh but wait; was it all a dream of mine of a world without a passport!