Country life is fine if you can find the time to go out in the early morning rain to feed the chickens
Traipsing round the yard is not so very hard but beware of dragging mud into the kitchen
On a freezing winters morn you can stay quite warm chopping wood to fuel the cooking fire
Be careful where you tread because that yard is full of dread and you might end up to your knees into the mire
Spring will soon be here and you can dig the garden through then sit and watch the birds eat the seeds you've sown
Summers hear again, you take off your shirt to catch the sun then complain about your red and blistered skin
You reap what you have sown wipe the sweat from off your brow and wonder why you chose to live like this
You sit down fore a beer,  ignore your nagging wife and put another hard won log upon the fire
You know its going to start again when you go out in the rain once more to feed the chickens in the yard
You chose this way to live you chose your nagging wife it's you who chose the country way of life