Welcome To Fort Beer
One summer to give the kids
Something to do
We tore down the outhouse
For a project or two.
They pried and we grunted
That is no pun,
To get it dismantled
Boy was that fun.
When all was torn down
And nails pulled out
They took out the ruler
And marked it all out.
The post hole diggers
Were borrowed next day
Along with four posts
That had been thrown away.
We all took our turns
At digging the holes
When we were finished
We put in the poles.
We brought out two chairs
To have something to saw on
Measured the boards
And took turns at gnawing.
When time had come
For the finishing touch
We found some paint
But needed a brush.
When dad came in from the field
We ran to meet him , made him close his eyes
And led him across the yard,
To our surprise.
With grins on our faces
We said open your eyes
And hollered "Welcome to Fort Beer"
Come on inside.
This is the one Fort
The Indians didn't fear
And we all had fun
In our little Fort Beer.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2006
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