Quaint Little Cottage!

ding-ding — tiny bell!

Once upon a little hill There sat a cottage small, With a crooked little chimney And a door too short for all!

Flower boxes on the windows, A teapot on the stove, A wobbly fence, a sleepy cat, A path through a tiny grove!

QUAINT! KWAYNT! Smoke curls up and the hearth glows gold! Quaint little cottage! Sweet and tiny! The dearest place you've been told!

ding-ding!

The rugs are made by Grandma's hands, The clock goes tick-and-tock, The kettle's older than the hills, And everybody loves to knock!

It's not so big, it's not so new, And that is just the point — It's charming in the oldy way, A cottage perfectly quaint!

QUAINT! KWAYNT! Smoke curls up and the hearth glows gold! Quaint little cottage! Sweet and tiny! The dearest place you've been told!

ding.

Knock-knock. The kettle's on.

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