Wrappers fly,
A house so divine,
Living in a mansion,
So in twined with the room’s line,
A candlelit dinner that will stand the test of time,
Candelabra that always get to shine,
A house built out of twigs and twine,
Sheets cover the little bed that never sleeps,
A fantasy world to play, I peek,
The lights come on and all is revealed,
A wonderful grotto, it’s a thrill,
I move the surroundings of the newly found home,
The house doesn’t make a grown,
As I do so delicately,
For it is prone.
