A Little House
           By: Elizabeth Godley 

    

In a great big wood in a great big tree, there’s the nicest little house that could possibly be. There’s a tiny little knocker on the tiny little door, and a tiny little carpet on the tiny little floor.  

There’s a tiny little table, and a tiny little bed, and a tiny little pillow for a tiny weeny head; a tiny little blanket, and a tiny little sheet, and a tiny water bottle (hot) for tiny little feet. 
  
A tiny little comforter; a tiny little chair; and a tiny little kettle for the owner (when he’s there.) 


In a tiny little larder, there’s a tiny thermos bottle for a tiny little greedy man who knows the Woods Of Pottle; there’s a tiny little peg for a tiny little hat, and a tiny little dog and a tiny tiny cat. 

If you’ve got a little house, and you keep it spic and span, perhaps there’ll come to live in it a tiny little man. You may not ever see him, he is extremely shy; but if you find a crumpled sheet, or pins upon the window seat, or see the marks of tiny feet,  you’ll know the reason why.