It seems another months come and went,
never costing most of us a single cent.

But summer is coming and if you were me,
you'd have home repairs to tackle, and they're never free.

The roof needs more shingles, the walls need new paint,
If only these handy men would remember, Rockafellar I ain't.

I'd try to do the work myself, but the ladder looks like trickery,
I'd probably follow the fate of the mouse in that poem that begins with hickory, dickory...

Oh well, what the he//, can't take it with me when I go,
it's just such a pain to have to spend so much of my hard earned dough...