Moving!

I can see it, the end of the line,
And it's slowly getting closer.
I know that soon, everything'll be fine,
And our time will start to be grosser.

That is, to say, that it won't be ick,
Or even not suitable for kids,
But that it'll be more, and not weird, or sick,
And we'll have so much extra time, we'll flip our lids.

Simplify, simplify, said the guy in the boat,
And I suppose he paddled around,
Was it in a pond or in a boat,
Doesn't matter: it wasn't ground.

But we've simplified, and our lives will be better,
'Cause we're not overburdening life
With noisy neighbors declaring it done to get-r,
And spending time as husband and wife.