The parcels they keep coming, gardeners on the run,
To deliver weekly goodies, to them it can't be fun.
Wet days, fine days, even days with sun,
Delivering fantastic goodie bags to stop us getting glum.
And as for those security guys standing at the gate
Their pleasant smiles, their helpful grins, their open palms held out
To check us out, and let us go, it's really worth a shout.
So thank you all, you keep us safe, our lives would be much grimmer,
But for Ryman's goodie bags, we'd all be saying
"What's for dinner!"
Diana Isaac Retirement Village