I'm like hands in pockets... "Hey Roope... just wondering where you are getting all them trees from. Wholesale are they?"
and he's like backing off... "Nope."
and I'm in his face... "Making a pretty penny on them are you?"
and he's behind a tree hiding... "What's it to you?"
and I'm like hollering it out loud for everyone to hear... "Declaring tax on income?"
and he's like whispering... "What business is it of yours?"
and I'm like pop-eyed mad saying... "I could make it my business."
and he's got eyes like golfballs saying... "Oh yeah?"
I have wound him up sufficiently for the day so I let him stew.
