At Dverse tonight we’re making quadrilles with balloons. I decided to just hang around:
Ballooning away the entire day;
Sailing over my chores aloft.
Like Ferris Bueller skipping away,
Taking the whole day off.
Hay needs baling, cows assailing,
Ranch fences all fell down.
Not going back to the old line shack,
Till the foreman returns from town!