Saw some guy on the TV yesterday. He's selling poison by the ton. "How can you do such a thing?" a woman asked. And he replied, "Well, the secret is to hook 'em young.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
Well, the fields belong to the farmers. And the forests belong to the king. These days our pleasures are all behind fences. We have to pay for everything.