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| My husband I love him, he's a good natured fart He spends all his nights down at Medical Art's. But I'll keep him healthy, cause he won't charge a fee. I know his luxury and Sundays are free. The sheets are cold, and his pillow is bare How many nights I wish he were there. He's handsome by far then a young Lockinvar If I were just Warner, I'd make him a star. He built a fine house, the best on the mart It's like rejuvenescence, I'm a sarong girl at heart. Three years it took, but now it stands So Majestic and Gracefull, I'm so proud of my man. A barn he built and it's crammed to the door With prolific Chinchillas that are never a bore, But pelts won't sell and the money's no more. He'll never say die but will even the score. emr. Oct 9/1964 |
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To My Husband Chester Rauhala |
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