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WHEN I a householder became
I had to give my house a name.
I thought I'd call it 'Poplar Trees,'
Or 'Widdershins' or 'Velvet Bees,'
Or 'Just Beneath a Star.'
Or 'As You Like It,' 'If You Please,'
Or 'Nicotine' or 'Bread and Cheese,'
'Full Moon' or 'Doors Ajar.'
But still I sought some subtle charm,
Some rune to guard my roof from harm
And keep the devil far;
A thought of this, and I was saved!
I had my letter-heads engraved
The House Where Brown Eyes Are.
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