A touch of whimsy this morning, perhaps brought on by September ending.
There’s a little house in a shady wood
‘Neath a sheltering great oak tree;
It’s a secret place that’s hid away
That nobody knows, but me.
But if you were to peek inside,
You’d find a welcome there
With a cup of tea and a smallish cake,
And a table and a chair.
The rabbits and the chipmunks know,
But, they are quiet folk,
So the secret stays in the friendly woods
‘Neath a great and sheltering oak.
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