#debukefarmhold

Approaching the farm, a voice breaks out on the empty road...

"I've come to wive it wealthily in Iowa
If wealthily then happily in Iowa
If my wife has a farmhold so large,
Do I care's if she has hips like a barge?
I've come to wive it wealthily in Iowa"

"I heard you mutter, "Zounds, a loathsome lad you are."
I shall not be disturbed one bit
If she be but a quarter-wit,
If she only can talk of crops
While she chugs at her goddamned Hops,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Iowa."

"I heard you say, "Gadzooks, completely mad you are!"
'Twouldn't give me the slightest shock
If her knees now and then should knock,
If her eye were a wee bit crossed,
Were she so tall a mountain climber could get lost,
Still the damsel I'll make my dame,
In the dark they are all the same,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Iowa!"

"I heard you say, "Good gad, but what a cad you are!"
Do I mind if she fret and fuss,
If she fume like Vesuvius,
If she roar like a winter breeze
On the rough and cold North seas,
If she screams like a teething brat,
If she scratch like a tiger cat,
If she fight like a raging boar,
I have oft stuck a pig before,
I've come to wive it wealthily in Iowa!"

"With a hunny, nunny, hammer,
And a hey, hey, hey,

Not to mention glamour glamour
For a rainy day, I've come to wife it wealthily in Iowa!"

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Somewhere, Mara has found it, the PERFECT Car!

Or it will be when she fixes it