I’M GLAD our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide;
I’m glad the hovering
butterflies
Feel free to come inside.
Our little house is a friendly house.
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.
And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our white walls,
And in the phlox, the courteous bees
Are paying duty calls.
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