The House of Golden Windows
Do you see my golden windows,
so shiny and so clean?
I wiped them down with vinegar,
so sunlight I could glean.
Now every corner of my house
is filled with golden light.
I'll store it up and I won't need
a single lamp tonight.
I pray the birds and butterflies
don't think it a freeway here.
They will knock their little noggins
and fall on their little rears.
Maybe if you're passing by,
you'll see the friendly glow
and want to stop to see me.
Golden windows sing "Hello".
Unlike the inviting spider
who would use you for her meat,
I'll set out cakes and cookies
and scones and thing to eat.
We'll have a lovely gossip
in this golden house of mine.
I'll send you home with a doggie bag,
filled up with gold sunshine.
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