WE play at our house and have all sorts of fun, <br />An' there's always a game when supper is done; <br />An' at our house there's marks on the walls an' the stairs, <br />An' some terrible scratches on some of the chairs; <br />An' ma says that our house is surely a fright, <br />But pa and I say that our house is all right. <br /> <br />At our house we laugh an' we sing an' we shout, <br />An' whirl all the chairs and the tables about, <br />An' I rassle my pa an' I get him down too, <br />An' he's all out of breath when the fightin' is through; <br />An' ma says our house is surely a sight, <br />But pa an' I say that our house is all right. <br /> <br />I've been to houses with pa where I had <br />To sit in a chair like a good little lad, <br />An' there wasn't a mark on the walls an' the chairs, <br />An' the stuff that we have couldn't come up to theirs; <br />An' pa said to ma that for all of their joy <br />He wouldn't change places and give up his boy. <br /> <br />They never have races nor rassles nor fights, <br />Coz they have no children to play with at nights; <br />An' their walls are all clean and their curtains hang straight, <br />An' everything's shiny an' right up to date; <br />But pa says with all of its racket an' fuss, <br />He'd rather by far live at our house with us.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-house-11/
