Cooks in the kitchen, kids in the garden
it's a party in the country house
eating together and talking
at a long table, that's how
it should always be
we are grateful
to life, the sun, and the rain
the soft bed of a sweet body
beauty around us
Only with Uncle Gloom and Auntie
Fusspot frustrations break loose
about the reality of work
and failure, the stinking
ingratitude of the world
the harshness of existence
But the men tell
tall tales, laughing
at the truth and toasting
high on the paradise days
that Gloom and Fusspot
cannot bear
We don't build walls around
our party, peace on earth
wants to go everywhere