a little home on the prarie
in a tree.
with a carrot garden in
the cabbage patch
a little rain falling down on the ground
a little play shown
with red cloth
a little gunny sack
little sack of bugs that
i carry and sing about
i will sing you a whole song
all about a bag of bugs
from my sweet home that
you stand outside of
a sweet home in a hole
in a tree
to you
standing in my patch