Quarantined

Been quarantined for weeks on end,
there’s nowhere I can go.
Stuck inside my lonely house,
time drags on by so slow.
I’m tired of looking at the tube.
It’s all the same old shows.
Instead, I just stare at my yard
and watch the green grass grow.
‘Cause that is where my freedom lies;
that’s something that I know.
I’ll soon escape these prison walls -
I’ll have to go and mow.

Yippee!