Neighbors are folks who take off for a week
When my work is hitting the ultimate peak;
They are the people who bi-monthly grieve me
By week-ending somewhere in order to leave me.
They’re off for the south at the first hint of snow,
And as soon as it warms up here, northward they go.
They’re the yokels who tell me, when they’re back from Siam,
And I rate a day off, how fortunate I am!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 14, 1952
