|
Our Little house is a friendly house, It is not shy nor vain; It gossips with the talking trees, And makes friends with the rain.
We're glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide; We're glad of the little wood stove, That burns so merrily inside.
Our little house is a friendly house, To folks from far and near; And to all the woodland creatures, A refuge from hunger and fear. |
|