Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in T’ville -- UGA bound Austin has moved out.
I know this poem dates me. Heck everything dates me now days. But no matter how old you get to be, you
will never want your last child to leave the nest...