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 Jane3" 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. 133