Rain, rain, go away
My grass will soon be hay
trimmed it must be
or we shall have to flee
our homestead is bound
should you come 'round
in thickets snared
so be prepared
for this is a redneck's paradise to see
and a Chevy hidden in the grassy sea
2 comments:
Hear Hear. I'm sick of not seeing the sun.
Arrrgh! We have more on the way.
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