ODE TO MY WIFE, FAIRLIGHT

Darlin', my flower up here in the hills,
By workin' at the mission, you help me pay bills.
Our young'uns is fed well and mothered so good,
We ain't hardly ever in wantin' of food.

You learned how to read
Of that I am proud
And ain't it a wonder, you never snore loud.

I love how you smell,
Your beauty fair as the trees,
But, dear Fairlight, darlin'
Stay away from my bees.

See there is a place in my heart oh so deep
That the love of a good woman cannot even meet.
So, wife, dear companion, your face oh so sunny,
Keep yer grimy paws away from my honey.

 by Regina