I recall when I lived on solid ground
but today my footing cannot be found
my wife Lyn has been busy these days…
adapting my home to suit her ways
it is gone, my lawn of green open space
she felt a desperate need to replace…
my soft blades of grass with boards of oak
constructed of walls and roof to cloak
all number of creatures fenced to roam
in what was once the yard of my home
what manner of tapping and drilling I hear
I’ve even been driven to set down my beer
to arise and peek out to see what she’s done
looks like work to me, but for her it is fun
another building is going up fast
how much longer is this going to last?.
with constant absorbtion of wide spaces so pretty
she’s left only the room as if set in a city
for our ilk of animals, there’s plenty of leeway
but when I venture through, its like crossing a freeway
‘cause of chickens, five ducks, four dogs, and three goats
our backyard resembles a series of moats
where before I roamed wild, barefoot and carefree
now my feet must be clad, and placed carefully
for there’s some kinda stuff out there nobody knows…
that I prefer not to squish up between my toes
yet with all of Lyn’s changes (whenever she’s done)
we have a better life now, and oh boy, what fun!