Mrs. Whitepants lives in a house of sticks
Built upon some broken bricks.
She swears she lives in Windsor Castle,
But to prove it true would just be a hassle.
The doors creak and are crooked
with knockers quite fine,
and the windows are all stained
with used turpentine.
The fireplace is pretty
but it never has ash.
Instead there's a bowl
Where she keeps petty cash.
The kitchen is quaint
Though sometimes a mess.
There's peas on the stove
in case there's a guest.
Outside there are feeders
For the squirrels, birds, and such,
But they never have food,
At least not very much.
No statues of legend
Beside the garden wall,
But the lemon grass planted
Does grow very tall.
Mrs. Whitepants has plenty
And she knows this is true.
And if you have more
She is waiting for you.
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