The dogs & I will be moving in with you.
Soon.
;)
You’re more than welcome, Gramma!
Let the wealthy and great
Roll in splendor and state,
I envy them not, I declare it;
I eat my own lamb,
My own chicken and ham,
I shear my own fleece,
And I wear it!
I have lawns,
I have bowers,
I have fruits,
I have flowers,
The lark is my morning alarm.
So, jolly boys now,
Here’s Godspeed the plow.
Long life and success
To the Farmer!
(I’m pretty sure that’s an old, too-long drinking poem, LOL!)