Song for a Little House

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.