Old Joe the Urban Farmer

Old Joe you did me wonders,
The marvelous gardens that you sowed,
The bright and breezy aviaries,
All there at Lyons Road.

The Old Ute in the driveway,
On the limestone pad you laid,
Just beside the nectarine tree,
Where I often played.

And the garden rocks were special,
I saw you toil so bloody hard,
On a hot summers day,
As you lugged them round’ the yard.

The paling fence was exceptional,
You worked five days til’ dark,
And you cut every single paling,
From off cuts made of bark.

Old Joe you did me wonders,
As you farmed that urban block,
And I thank your memory one more time,
For turning back the clock.