Jim, our hobby farm, our hobby farm, our hobby farm
what happened to our safe from harm hobby farm,
our hobby farm?
Our cows and chickens, their cheese and eggs,
their cheese and eggs, their cheese and eggs
free on the road, free on the road, we saw them free,
free on the road?
What happened to our rescues running,
our gardens blooming, our warn paths growing?
I could see your house from my house,
your house from my house, your house from my house
and rocking chairs, our rocking chairs, our rocking chairs.
John’s call one night was an unset alarm,
to say there would be no hobby farm,
no hobby farm, no hobby farm, no safe from harm,
no jokes to disarm, no upside down charm,
of our hobby farm.
Jim, my dear brother,
I still see it.
