Little House

Little House

A touch of whimsy this morning, perhaps brought on by September ending.

There’s a little house in a shady wood

‘Neath a sheltering great oak tree;

It’s a secret place that’s hid away

That nobody knows, but me.

But if you were to peek inside, 

You’d find a welcome there

With a cup of tea and a smallish cake,

And a table and a chair.

The rabbits and the chipmunks know,

But, they are quiet folk,

So the secret stays in the friendly woods

‘Neath a great and sheltering oak.

 

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