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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 whited walls, And in the phlox, the courteous bees Are paying duty calls. |