Up on the hill
How thankful we are
To be here at Folly’s
Loving words
Never far
N
Away from our ears
Angel children are we
Loving the herbage
The intimacy
Of folly’s the fresh air
The fondness we feel
We all love the friendship
For it is for real
Those here so obliging
Much gentleness too
We all love the aura
And our day dreams
come true