THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE

HIGH IN THE MOUNTAINS, ON TOP OF A HILL,

STOOD A LITTLE BROWN HOUSE THAT I REMEMBER STILL.

IT WAS MY HOME WHILE I GREW

WITH TWELVE OTHER CHILDREN, MOM AND DAD TOO.

NOT MUCH TO EAT, AND TOO LITTLE LOVE,

BUT I DID SURVIVE WITH HELP FROM ABOVE.

LEFT AT FIFTEEN TO GO AWAY TO SCHOOL,

HOW FRIGHTENED I WAS, BUT ACTED SO COOL.

THE YEARS WENT BY WITH WORKING AND SCHOOL,

I ALWAYS OBEYED THE SWEET "GOLDEN RULE."

GRADUATED WITH NATIONAL HONORS, YET I CAN STILL SEE

THAT LITTLE BROWN HOUSE SHALL ALWAYS BE

HOME, MY SWEET HOME, TO ME.

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