Ok little ones, gather around
I'm going to tell you a story about lost and found.
First there was a house made out of leaves,
It fell over in the wind and was ransacked by the thieves.
Then there was the house constructed with mud,
Which worked great until the great flood.
One after another, the houses were lost.
And each time, new ideas were tossed.
But not until a great stranger came,
Did they come upon the idea that did just the thing.
A house he proposed, made of wood,
And packed with all the love they could,
Should stand the test of time,
Because not even the misfortune of a nursery rhyme,
Can break what love binds.
That's kind of mushy da.
Maybe, but our house is made of wood and it hasn't fallen over.