My Mom's writing |
| First they dug a great big hole, as deep as it should be, Then they put the cellar in, which looked so quaint to me. Next they built the bottom of that funny little house, Which grew up like a giant from a tiny little mouse. Soon it grew taller and it finally reached its height Covered over with the roof that sprang up overnight Last came the finishing job, a touch here and there, From which emerged a bungalow, sweet and rare, Then came three people, happy and bright. To live in the house that sprang up overnight. These same people, who make up this poem Happily changed this little house into a lovely home. Circa 1941 |