Why put off for tomorrow
What you can put off for a whole week
I'm waiting for sunshine
Petticoat Dictator says she does it all
It irritates her no end when I say you are a doll
You see if I could I'd do no work at all
Saturday they say it will be eighty degrees
You'd think that would get me in the garden
Digging out all those weeds
But eighty is too hot to work
In the background she is yelling you jerk
You can't work when its raining and not when its hot
I like it sixty five with a slight mist
I think in the morning I'll work
By the sounds in the background she is a bit miffed