Puzzled

I’ve lived out in the country wide

With woods and fields on every side,

Where we could run and romp all day

With cats and dogs with which to play.

We had a brook where we could wade,

A swing and hammock in the shade,

And flower beds, our very own,

To weed and sprinkle, all alone.

O dear! The country seems to me

The sweetest place that could e’er be.

I’ve lived off in the city, too,

Where street cars go a bowling through;

Where is a pretty park and lake

With swan boats where we’d often take

A pleasant sail, or else maybe

We’d go by trolley to the sea

And build sand houses by the score

Or ride the donkeys on the shore.

O dear! I like the city, too,

I don’t know which is best, do you?

Dec. 14, ‘05

Back yard, Old Saybrook