Whenever we left on a family car trip, as we pulled out of the driveway my father would say:

"We're off!" she cried,
and waved aloft her wooden leg
and died. And the wind
whistled through the knot hole.

He was obviously quoting from something, but I have a feeling he'd composed the last sentence himself. He didn't always add it, but it was understood, and sometimes I'd say it. To this day I quote these lines myself (or sometimes just "'We're off!' she cried") when leaving on a car trip.