Nothing But A Fence

I have a little house.  A very little house.

With a little yard.   A very little yard.

The little yard is next to a road.

A road too close to the little yard.

The yard that  will have little children playing in it.

As soon as I get the grass a growing once again.

I have a handy neighbor.

Who helps the handy husband.

Build a dandy fence.

A lovely picket fence.

They work all day to get it done.

So I can ride my bike tomorrow.

We sit and joke about which kid will be the first

To jump the picket fence.

Or throw the other one over.