To leave the big city and dwell in the country was my desire.

Up and traveling in the mountains I flew higher and higher.

Couldn't breath well in the city smog and thought country air would be delightful!

But throught sneezing and watering eyes of pollin, the country breathing is a bit frightful!

No engine noise outside my window cill,

But the silence of country is loud enough to kill!

Oh woe is green grass on the other side of that fence I once came.

Two differant worlds and yet still all the same.