Home, home on a range
Where the Samanthas and the Levis
Run down to McDonald’s in their underwear.
Where seldom is heard
Martha not saying a word,
And the grownups have all gone insane!
This was written back when I was a little girl, by me! (I was an annoying little thing back then…) I remembered this little ditty I used to sing (at the top of my lungs) when I saw the Poetry Prompt from WeDrink this morning.