The tools for escape are many
But we require only a few
A beautiful day, each other’s company
A pleasant repast and a bottle or two
There's no need for scratching holes in walls
Or tunnel-digging required
We won’t have to hide in dirty laundry
Or climb fences electrified and barb-wired
Our sentence is to laugh and sing
And hope the good weather will hold
Hope the flies won’t bother us too much
Hope the ice will keep our beers frosty cold
For what sort of escape would it be
If we couldn’t relax and be slack
Let our collective imaginations run free
Before the dogs of mundanity catch our scent
And the working week drags us back