I LIKE the homes where a Teddy Bear <br />Monopolizes the best arm chair, <br />Where the sofa a rag doll occupies <br />And a train of cars in the corner lies; <br />For those are the signs that the home is glad <br />With a little girl or a little lad. <br /> <br />Give me the home that is all upset, <br />Where neatness isn't forever met, <br />Where a parlor floor isn't always straight <br />With its rugs in place. That's as grim as Fate. <br />I want a home that is strewn with toys <br />Denoting the presence of girls and boys. <br /> <br />Let me gaze on buggies and Teddy Bears, <br />And dolls asleep in the company chairs; <br />Let me see in the corner, when I come in, <br />A battle front of soldiers tin <br />And a train of cars in a twisted heap, <br />And I'll know that the youngsters are sound asleep. <br /> <br />And I'll be glad that you've let me come <br />To the home of trumpet and horn and drum, <br />To the happy haunts where the children play, <br />I'll be glad of the toys that are in my way; <br />My house is childless and neat, and yet <br />My heart with its toys still remains upset.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-homes-of-joy/
