This gets sung to the tune of The Seven Joys of Mary. Came to me as I slogged across the lawn last week.

THE SEVEN JOYS OF OREGON

The first good joy of Oregon, It was the joy of one
To see our pickup sinking fast,Stuck axle deep in the lawn
Stuck axle deep in the lawn, Good man,
(And) Where forever it will be
The rain it raineth evermore
throughout eternity.

two
To see our own sky always gray, to nevermore turn blue

three
To see our topsoil flowing past, as it doth wash to sea

four
To see our own creek rising fast, to run the threshold o'er

five
To see our own oak leaning o'er, to fall across the drive

six
To see our home slide down the bank, to be a pile of sticks
seven
To see our own sun, blessed be, to shine just once from the heavens.
But nevermore ‘twill be)

Barbara Millikan 1998

Alternate lines include, in the 1st verse: "To see our pick-up - Jesus Christ! - stuck axle deep in the lawn. And in the refrain, "The rain it raineth every day; all the days; everywhere. Whatever, sure rained a whole lot this year. Barbara