Season 4 Ditty

I remember, I remember times of change
For those memories I would not like to exchange
Childhood is a most precious gift
That passes quickly and way too swift
I started out full of wonder at this new world I found
And spent most of my days running abound
I worried about little and believed everything I heard
Even the tale about the creeper of walnut grove, which was absurd
Oh deep down I knew the tales told about this man were not true
But, really what else was there to do?
It was fun to laugh and call the stranger names
To run and hide from him and play other silly games
But soon I tired and changed directions
Spent hours in front of the mirror analyzing all my imperfections
I drove around in my dad’s car
With my Ellen beside me, and my electric guitar
The man deemed the creeper was asked to be my friend
Knowing the rivals we once were makes this probably hard to comprehend
Yet, he saved me once from my father’s wrath
When I wrecked his car and feared the aftermath
It was only a ding and he being the handyman said,
“I’ll repair that vehicle just as fast as I can. Now, go to bed.”
My dad had told me to keep both hands on the wheel
But keeping one of them on Ellen had much more appeal
I took my eyes off the road for a second to look her way
And did not see the car in front of me stop is all I have to say
This man from Whisper Country kept his promise and my father never found out
But there was the high cost of being right, no doubt
I had to pay him to mow his lawn
He worked me from dust until dawn
Until I had given him half of the inheritance I was saving to buy my own car
I guess all the years of taunting him really did take a toll and leave a scar
Finally, one day he said my work days were through
“I’ll be waving as you drive away,” I heard him snicker as I muttered a sorrowful “thank you”
As I bowed my head in rejection, and took my long awaited freedom flight stroll
I could hear the wolves howling from afar as if they were on patrol
Had this man really taught me a lesson? I could not tell for sure
But the fighter in me would never admit it, so call me immature
Well, A few more years passed in my life
And I asked Ellen to be my wife
I surprised her one day by saying, “Meet me at the fair,”
Where I had the ring sitting on the ferris wheel chair
We spent the whole day on all those rides
Singing again and again, “Here come the brides”
Finally I realized she was speaking in plural form
Brides meant two, I decided to inform
“Well,” she said with a twinkle in her eye,
“Maybe there will be two weddings,” she did imply
When the day finally came I found the creeper at the altar with me
And two brides did walk down the aisle you see
We said our vows and headed out the door
Rice was thrown upon us scattering all over the floor
The man and I helped our brides into the carriage we had rented
Which was another handyman fix-er-up, that at one time was dented
As the driver told the horses to get it in gear
I heard someone saying, “Let’s give the castoffs a loud cheer!”
With a big “Hoorah” we set off on our next leg of our lives
With two horses, a carriage, a driver and two wives