My house is a fast house
But it’s not as fast as yours
When you pass me on the right
We’ll wave from our Dutch doors
My house won some races
But that was long ago
These days my house goes trotting
When it wants to make a show
I put my house to pasture
But the ‘burbs just weren’t for it
My house prefers the busy lanes
And all that city grit
My house was such a good one
Until it saw that mouse
It startled so, it broke a leg
And I had to shoot my house.
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