On their way back from Michigan last night Mary Linda was lamenting that they'd had to cut their visit short to accommodate Rob's work schedule. He created this consolation song for her, to the tune of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game:"
"Take Me Up to the Mitten"
Take me up to the mitten,
Take me back to the farm;
Buy me some paczkis and fresh brown eggs,
Run a 5K and get really sore legs.
Let me root, root, root for the Spartans,
Or Wolverines, if we must.
For there's woods, lakes, wine, and ballet,
In this belt of rust!