He’s Makin’ Me A Greenhouse Poem by Marilyn Lott

He’s makin’ me a greenhouse
Oh Lord I wanted one
To grow some tiny little plants
Under the blazing sun

He’s working now so very hard
To get the frame just right
He measures and he studies so
He has trouble sleeping at night

Bless his little heart
He does his very best
If he were judged on accurateness
He’d stand up to the test

So I will keep you posted
On the latest of this house
Don’t you think I’m lucky
To have him for a spouse?