Don’t live in a Pent with soda and scotch.
Don’t live on a yacht that’s more than a boat.
Don’t live in a fort surrounded by moat.
Don’t live on a hill with valley below.
Don’t live the good life – rolling in dough.
We live in a house surrounded by others,
would not change a thing if given our druthers.
including what’s seen right out our back door.
A place we’ve created for calm anytime,
of which I want briefly to put into Rhyme.
And something much more I just have to chime,
it’s part of our house – we don’t owe a dime.