I do not think I like this house

Nor would I like it were I a mouse

I do not think I like its color

I cannot stand to sit in its parlor

I cannot stand the way it’s shaped

To me, its ideas are not fully baked

The rooms are dark, and they are cold

They make me feel so very old

The walls seem like they’re paper thin

And they seem like they’re always closing in

The halls provide so much wasted space

And the kitchen is an inhospitable place

The floorboards creak and the carpets are foul

With tones that might have come from a baby’s bowels

The windows are dirty and the air is full of dust

I think I’ll move, yes, I must!