A Child Lives Here

Oh what a cluttered mess we see
With pots and pans all over
The apron hanging on the knob
With fingerprints all over
The walls made by little tots
With sticky fingers here and there
And everywhere there is a sign
Of children living in the house.
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A house is not a home at all
If everything's pristine
And no mark-ed mess
Or toys and such
A littering the floor
For these are signs for all to see
Of laughter, love and fun
Of happy times spent doing things
When you're always in the run




So if you should see a messy house
Don't frown and don't condemn
But remember back when you were young
And things were different then
You had an outlook, an agenda
That was on another plain
For you saw the world with children's eyes
And innocence was fun.