The Frisky House Danced Away
the frisky house was tired of being abandoned and ignored
Once upon a time, this house had been respected and adored
She decided to go looking for a home, for people, for a happy life
Tired of being full of anguish, heartache and strife
How will you do it? Asked the ramshackle house next door
I am not sure, but I am tired of being bullied, an eyesore
Maybe I will grow legs, wear a tutu and merely dance away
And guess what people? She did exactly that the very next day!
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