There's a queer little house
that stands in the sun
When the good mother calls them the children all run
Though the cold winds may blow
and bluster and storm
The children are happy and cozy and warm.
In the daytime this queer
little house moves away
And the children run after it happy and gay
At night it returns
and the children are fed
and tucked up to sleep in a warm feather bed.
Now this queer little house
has no windows or doors
The roof has no shingles and the rooms have no floors
no fire place or stove
or chimney you see
but the children a happy and warm as can be.
Now the story of this
little house is all true
I have seen it myself
and I know you have too
You can see it one day
when you watch an old hen
as her downy wings cover her chickens again.
that stands in the sun
When the good mother calls them the children all run
Though the cold winds may blow
and bluster and storm
The children are happy and cozy and warm.
In the daytime this queer
little house moves away
And the children run after it happy and gay
At night it returns
and the children are fed
and tucked up to sleep in a warm feather bed.
Now this queer little house
has no windows or doors
The roof has no shingles and the rooms have no floors
no fire place or stove
or chimney you see
but the children a happy and warm as can be.
Now the story of this
little house is all true
I have seen it myself
and I know you have too
You can see it one day
when you watch an old hen
as her downy wings cover her chickens again.
