Our Little Trailer

In amongst these huge RV’s,

Our little trailer seems out of place,

And of the sun it hardly sees,

Row on row it can’t keep pace.

Not at all like the Joneses,

Our little trailer in their shade,

But our trailer makes no boneses,

‘Cause it knows it’s fully paid.

Then there are our funky lawn chairs

So un-modern like the rest,

And though they see the snooty stares,

They know our butts are the best.

So we wander unlike the Joneses

With our tiny trailer and funky chairs,

And we’re happy with what we ownses

And all the rest who really cares!