A row of moos,
dedicated to you.
Pat has changed her view,
Traded her wheels
for a house that won't move.
To keep her rows alive I'm showing you
a few of my rows and a farm view.
Pat will be back when she hooked up,
No phone, no Internet, she's outta luck.
I gift you rows upon a flower,
and crops that grow with good rain showers.
Hurry back, Pat, we're missing you.
We're ready to see your new view.
