Where shall I find you?

Trash can full of cigarette butts, where shall I find you, my dear? You'll find me in an attic hanging laundry on the clothes line. You'll find me in the hen house collecting eggs. You'll find me in the barn on the top, or all way down. You'll not find me home, I don't like to be alone. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Translated from Czech (also copyrighted by me) Pottsville, 11/21/2011, 11/28/2011