there were bags packed a plenty and an ora of doom,
for though we had fun here and wanted to stay,
our life can't be spent completely on play,
we'll leave all our mountains,
we'll leave our wood buildings,
we'll leave our quilt buddies, our yoga and signing,
we'll come back some day,
escaping from work for some play,
so take heart dear friends, the future is bright,
we'll be home in our brown house on Sunday night...