Pro and Con

"What do you have that we don't"
Asked the city man with pride,
As he walked with his farmer cousin,
Through the quiet countryside.

"We've trees mid great tall buildings,
Parks galore, the whole town through.
And now you're getting older,
City living should be for you."

Softly spoke the thoughtful farmer
As he looked around his farm.
"No, I 'spose there's really nothing there,
Could do me any harm.

"But I'd miss the clean white winter snow,
And the deep green of grass in spring.
Tho' when it comes to mowing it,
I cuss like anything.

"There's fields to walk,
And woods to search,
And there's the pond
We stocked with perch.

"Tho fishing time comes very little,
And my walking bones are getting brittle.
Still I'm glad you city folk don't relish this with glee,
For selfishly, I guess it's 'cause it leaves more room for me!"

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