STANHOPE FOREVER

A glorious day, my Chevrolet To stay at home were shame Let us speed away adown the Bay

And greet the friends by name.

Tom and his team afield, I see With olive plants galore, I count them - two, three, four, five, six, —

Good luck for as many more.

There's Swanky Jane36 on the hike again For the cranberry moors I swan I fain would take her beneath my wing

But I fear she might catch on.

So I pass by her like a bolt from the blue And away I speed away Till, oh what a vision greets my view

The gleaming, glinting Bay.

A friendly shake from farmer Shawn A word and nothing more For I greatly fear I might give offence

As once I happed before.

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