I had a picket, hammer and nail. I felt exposed so I built a rail.
It was long, yet bold and sturdy too. It kept out every one I knew.
That left me sad and trapped inside. So I made a gate as not to hide.
My fence has rules that all must heed. Respect my space and do not impede.
I’ll let you in when the timing’s right. A Fellow knows it’s been quite a fight.
I set out chairs behind my fence. To welcome those without pretense.