Dig, dig, dig
for victory.
Dig, dig,
dig for your sanity.
Conducting a
suburban backyard excavation,
Is a deep, deep
way to cope with isolation.
With each
stroke of the hoe,
With each
shovel of the shovel
I’m starting
to build
My own
escape tunnel.
I tell
myself I’m digging to fill a raised bed,
Or to make a
new pond;
But, I have profound
reasons
For my
mining operations,
As I delve
beneath the surface
For the answer
in the soil
I’ll disinter the truth
As the
outcome of my toil
I will dig
it all out, sooner or later,
Even if my garden
Becomes one
vast crater.
Dig, dig, dig
for victory.
Dig, dig,
dig for your sanity.
Conducting a
suburban backyard excavation,
Is a deep,
deep way to cope with isolation.
So, if
you’ve got a back yard,
Don’t sit
inside and mope,
Or do
virtual meetings,
Or do drink
or dope,
Get digging
and keep digging
It’s the
only hope.
Dig, dig, dig
for victory.
Dig, dig,
dig for your sanity.
Conducting a
suburban backyard excavation,
Is a deep, deep
way to cope with isolation.
