457 is the Area-
If you want to live it big.
For way out here in the boondocks,
You can even raise some pigs.
You can run some Long Horn Cattle,
Or paint the out-house blue.
Maybe even grow some veggies,
Or distill a homemade brew.
The neighbors are too far away,
To gripe or give you pain-
And the Ferrari isn’t recognized,
Because it is so plain.
All in all it’s quite a place,
That’s different from the rest.
Some claim it’s the poorer section,
Of what Malibu claims is best.
But try to find a piece of land,
That’s even two acres small-
And it’s a bit of trouble,
Not understood at all.
Besides, who wants to live here,
With all the privacy?
No strange or fighting neighbors-
Just those that let you be.
And so I highly recommend,
That the people in 456-
Stay with all their affluence,
And leave us, in the sticks.
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