A LITTLE RED HOUSE
THERE IS
A little red house in the snow that stands all alone in the white, glistening world. If you listen you’ll hear children laughing inside at their father’s story in the little red house in the snow that stands all alone in the white, glistening world. If you sniff the air you’ll smell apple pie fresh from the oven waiting to be eaten by the children who are laughing at their father’s story in the little red house in the snow that stands all alone in the white, glistening world. If you look you’ll see the mother who is sewing who made the apple pie that’s waiting to be eaten by the children who are laughing at their father’s story in the little red house in the snow that stands all alone in the white, glistening world. And if you knock on their door, I’m sure they’ll let you in.
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