PreTeena by Allison Barrows for February 13, 2021

Hugh mumbles: “Keep it up, kid! I won’t have to pay for voice lessons either!”

“I got the rakin’ shakin’ trakin’ fakin’ mowin’ showin’ slowin’ leaf-blowin’ blues!”

Get a mulching mower.

Leaf blowers, ugh.

Better words for Dad’s bubble: Ok, give me your cell phone. When you’ve earned enough working around here you can have it back.

Try over 100 loblolly pines, on three acres. Six kids, so we each had our own personal rake. Only took about half a day.

My dad would say, “Well that’s too bad.” and make me finish my job

And Old Man Cheapskate, he just keeps raking his lawn!

She keeps on raking/She keeps on raking along.

We can buy a sit-down mower, but no new clothes for you and your sister and nothing but beans and rice for five years.

Tina’s nothing but a showboat.

She’s still quieter than a lawnmower with a leaf capture attachment.

Leaf it to Teena to make a song out of it.