Fences make good neighbors
Or at least that's what they say
Birds like to land on them
They keep mean dogs at bay
Women used to talk over them
Before computers came
Now we gossip on the web
It just isn't quite the same
What used to be private talks
Now the world can hear
I wonder how much privacy
Not much for this I fear
A wood picket fence standing
With roses for beauty's sight
Looking oh so fresh and clean
With its coat of white
