To House A Home

These walls are arms and arms are walls, 
The cupboards stand so tip top tall
And blossom flowers begin to fall 
Beyond the smudge smeared pane.

And rain will rain and wind will blow 
And this house will stand on tip tip toe
And this house begins to house a home
An end to twisted lane.

This bedded seed will sprout and grow.
The furnishings will be so so
But the fit will fit from head to toe
So I really can’t complain.

These walls are arms and arms are walls,
And I am held and hold it all
And the world will spin from spring to fall
And fall to bed again.