The fairy tale picture
Of its little red house,
Sitting on the corner
Sure lure for a mouse,
Or little Jack Horner
Ye find eating his pie,
Holds be a reminder
The while we walk by,
Tho soon we be older
Can but wonder why,
Be the little red house
That sits on a corner,
Seems ever so ageless
Lends we reminisce,
Shoulder to shoulder
Share memory’s bliss,
Each day walking by
As we pass the corner,
Of that little red house!