
"Shaky Acres"
Times are tough, the house is rough.
The market's crashed with all our cash.
Walked in the door, fell through the floor.
Sheets are worn, blankets torn.
I look around, all's falling down.
I'm getting weary, a trifle teary.
So I put up my feet for a mini retreat.
It's time to rest with a cup of the best!
EIGHT O'CLOCK COFFEE