If your house has been built of good stone
as it should you'll be happy to own,
and to languish within
with your old mandolin
with the music or, simply alone.
As the elements mount their attack
proper stone will resist, does not lack
if it's made from veneer,
you have reason to fear
the appearance of aging, a crack.
Even stone of the best quality
and the timber obtained from a tree,
won't take kindly at all
to an acid-rich squall,
it may crumble in misery.
For R.R.A.&C
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