There's a feeling of pride as I enter my drive
And survey my kingdom at hand:
A home by the rill, a home on the hill
On thirty-some acres of land.

There are so many sights of visual delight
That tickle my fancy each season,
Winter, spring, summer and fall--I love them all--
It's hard to tell which is most pleasin'.

You'll find room to roam at our country home,
You'll lack not for ample employment.
There are trails to take walks on, or ride a horse on,
Just for your own sheer enjoyment.

You'll find a hammock for lazin', or blue sky gazin',
And while you enjoy the view
A brook babbles by reflecting the sky,
And a white Peking duck skims by too.

There's a deck for a cookout, or a birding lookout
Overlooking a broad valley view.
Here friends and relations hold celebrations--
Almst any excuse for a party will do.

And lest we forget our passel of pets
That share our roof and our bounty.
They better not roam from their Voris Road home
Deep in the hills of Hocking County.