Ding dong, the Farmer's Home!
Which farmer?
Farmer H!
Ding dong, my Farmer H is home!
"Wake up, you sleepyhead! Rub your eyes! Get out of bed!"
He'll say to me, because we're wed.
I'll go where'er the Farmer goes. I know!
I know I know I know!
Ding dong, not merry, no!
Sing it high, sing it low.
So you know:
Farmer H is home!
As queen of the Mansion City, in the county of Hillmomba Land
I welcome you most regally
And verify it legally
That Farmer H is
morally
ethically
spiritually
physically
positively
absolutely
undeniably and
reliably
RETIRED!
While somewhat grim, not out on a limb, having interrogated him...
He's not only merely retired, he's really most sincerely retired.
This is a day of renewed dependence for Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.
Let the deer and the antelope show him how to roam
Farmer H is forever at home.
Yes. That day has come. Farmer H is officially retired. Let there be no question, and let the record show, that in his first hours of freedom, Farmer H jumped on his tractor and went to blade the road.
Let's hope this sets a precedent for the second day of the rest of his retired life, and that he gets out of the Mansion and grabs all the gusto he can.
5 comments:
My condolences!!
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home (for Farmer H).
fishducky,
Thank you. That's almost as good as a nice casserole.
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Sioux,
There are BETTER PLACES than home for Farmer H!
If we lived closer, the boys could blade together ...... HeWho loves to blade the roads, too.
Kathy,
I know, right? They'd have 'em a CONVOY, blading all through the night. Or more like at 5:30 a.m., since mine goes to bed with the chickens.
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