Eventually, Don and Jim built nice big houses on their lots. We enjoyed watching them being built. I remember Don's builder came out and “witched” for a well.

We talked a bit — it was that wanky bar in town, the Art Bar — and first it was good, but then he got going on about justice, how there wasn't any.

After your ground is sowne and harrowed, you shall then clotte it, sleight it, and smooth it.

Just in case the song isn't edited to your tastes, hit some crazy effect to help cover up the inappropo stuff.