Fabrication Edifice

They asked me what I wanted For they would bestow it to me But to be unambiguous in what I wanted I wanted a yellow house Painted in canary yellow With a neat white trim all over. With the most triangular angularity Painted in the queerest brightness of white In the front wall was to be a huge window The most mammoth window Carefully frosted Depicting a grand piano of majestic magnitude I would be in there playing, playing, playing I would be in there playing, playing the piano All of this would be perched on a biggest hill The brightest green hill The brightest yellow sun All shining down upon me As I play my piano I acquired what I wanted But forgot the tell them I want friends to play with too I want people to talk to too But I forgot I forgot the necessity of those To talk to Human relationships I had a yellow house Neatly painted a canary yellow With white trim all over With a roof of the most triangular angularity Painted the queerest brightness of white With a huge frosted window With a great black, grand piano All on top of the greenest, grassiest hill All wrapped up for me But for miles and miles All around me No one was there to talk to All around me was the greenest, grassiest grass Shining from the buttery sun They even gave me beautiful flowers But They gave me No one To talk to I sat there playing, playing, playing My heart out No one was there to hear it Except the yellow house The uncharted world outside I would give The yellow house With all the white trim With all the perfectly angular roof With the frosted window With the great piano With the buttery sun With the grassy hill With the blue sky Just for some company