Written 10 April 1970
put into the mouth of Rueben Rosenberg, Bernice's father. 
Rueban was very conservative and hard to move. He was harder to push to new places 
than a donkey. Of course once he got to a new place, he didn't want to leave 
because he loved the new place so much. 

Our Sandra is going way up north
I don't have to take her where she goes
I'll go south and swim in the sea's froth
You won't find me where it always snows

As far back as I can remember
It snows there until late September
October 1st it starts once again
They've never heard of a thing called rain

But with school Sandra was very late
And though you all know I hate to go
It seems to teke her north is my fate
Where deep snows fall and freezing winds blow

But wait, you mean to say I'm here
I would have thought we couldn't be near
The weather here is actually nice
In this land I thought was filled with ice

My pretty daughters I'll tell you what
I see we have found a real fine spot
And what is more I'll have you know
We will stay here and back home you'll go.