Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street."When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later."Never," said Tracy Jo.Her mothe ... [+]
Here we go tra-la-la Fixing the house, hammer in hand The soles of our feet stained to match The rungs of the step ladder we can't put away Because houses are houses are sand castles Always falling apart or leaking So much water We should've just bought a boat and set sail Packed a shipshape cabin With no room to scatter drill bits and Bits of shim and Where's the stupid tape measure I just had it and That pencil you're looking for is behind your ear and Nothing's ever level The ants want to eat our home but Not before the cat gets to pee on it Our efforts are a hole dug at the beach then The