Inside the Teal-Tangled Tower
If you step through her door (which is shaped like a shoe),
You will see that her house does what houses don't do!
There are stairs that go sideways and loops in the floor,
And a closet that opens to twenty-six more!
You will see that her house does what houses don't do!
There are stairs that go sideways and loops in the floor,
And a closet that opens to twenty-six more!
On the walls hang the Glimmer-Glow mirrors of truth,
That show you your childhood, your age, and your youth.
They don't show your hair, and they don't show your nose,
They show where your hiddenest happy-thought goes!
That show you your childhood, your age, and your youth.
They don't show your hair, and they don't show your nose,
They show where your hiddenest happy-thought goes!
In the kitchen she brews up a Comfort-Cloud tea,
For the folks who are feeling as sad as can be.
And upstairs in the attic, tucked under the beams,
Is a giant glass bottle for collecting your dreams!
For the folks who are feeling as sad as can be.
And upstairs in the attic, tucked under the beams,
Is a giant glass bottle for collecting your dreams!
