Our Ideal Life

These outside squabbles don’t concern

     Matildy Ann nor me;

The tariff marked way up or down,

     We’re happy ez kin be.

We’ve plugged along through rain an’ shine,

     Had all our hearts could wish;

Matildy she makes butter some,

     An’ I, I farm an’ fish.

We’d like to see the world, of course,

     An’ know more’n what we do;

An’ yit, when all is said an’ done,

     We know a thing or two.

We know ol’ Mars don’t worry us,

     Japan gives us no alarm;

Matildy she makes butter some,

     An’ I, I fish an’ farm.

Matildy’s willin’ I should vote,

     I let her run the house;

The days an’ years, they come an’ go

     As peaceful as a mouse.

Our wrinkles come from smiles, not frowns,

     Fur fame we hev no wish;

Matildy she makes butter some,

I farm a bit an’ fish.

May 25, ‘09