There was an old biddie who was quite a diddy To her pity she lived a dirty old city. She dreamt of a country farm , flowers all around Vegetables played in the earthen ground She wanted country, charm, a farm,even with a red barn. Dreaming. What could be the harm? A pity though The dream of the old biddy A pity she never left the dirty old city. Written by; Sheila Kay Smith ( me; Pinkroses) copy right 2004