Meryl's Notes Blog

Ah, it’s Saturday and it looks like a busy weekend of editing newsletters. Meryl told me I should post the "modified" lyrics that I wrote to her in honor of the big hole in the backyard:

There was a hole (There was a hole) All in the b’yard (All in the b’yard) The messiest hole (The messiest hole) That you ever did see (That you ever did see)

The hole in the ground And the green grass dies all around, all around The green grass dies all around

Apologies to the writers.