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Edgar Guest - The Homes Of Joy
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I LIKE the homes where a Teddy Bear
Monopolizes the best arm chair,
Where the sofa a rag doll occupies
And a train of cars in the corner lies;
For those are the signs that the home is glad
With a little girl or a little lad.

Give me the home that is all upset,
Where neatness isn`t forever met,
Where a parlor floor isn`t always straight
With its rugs in place. That`s as grim as Fate.
I want a home that is strewn with toys
Denoting the presence of girls and boys.

Let me gaze on buggies and Teddy Bears,
And dolls asleep in the company chairs;
Let me see in the corner, when I come in,
A battle front of soldiers tin
And a train of cars in a twisted heap,
And I`ll know that the youngsters are sound asleep.

And I`ll be glad that you`ve let me come
To the home of trumpet and horn and drum,
To the happy haunts where the children play,
I`ll be glad of the toys that are in my way;
My house is childless and neat, and yet
My heart with its toys still remains upset.
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