Home, Home On The Franch

Home, home on the Franch,

Where the chickens and the kid-elopes play (half naked and eating peaches).

Where seldom is heard a quiet word (except when the kids are sleeping)

And the eggs are not washed everyday (nor are they all uniformly sized)

P.S. Rach, this picture is for you! Thumbs up!

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo kids roam to the "drive-up" window to get breakfast

Where the chickens and the kid-elopes play

Where seldom is seen a more beautiful egg collector

Or a more terrible songwriterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I would try to craft more catchy lyrics for you, but nah...I'll spare you. :)