Hill Country, My Home –
Where the white tail deer roam;
Armadillos cross over the highway;
Jackrabbits run free;
Squirrels jump the oak tree.
I can see all these things from my driveway.

Home, home in the hills,
Where the cars and the critters play chase.
On the highway below, a truck meets with a doe.
So – you’re invited to dinner at my place.