The house was big and made of stone,
It had a huge front yard.
The driveway was a circle,
And the roof mansard.
The house was very gothic,
It scared me in a way.
It looked dark and gloomy,
Even in the day.
The entrance hall was wooden,
It had mailboxes, too.
Our apartment was upstairs,
It had a lovely view.
We looked out on the sparrows,
And saw the honey bees.
Flying all around,
The lovely magnolia trees.
When I was three or four,
We moved right down the street.
My parents bought a row house,
I thought it very neat.