Sympathy

That ugly pumpkin-coloured house That I saw from the train-- I have wondered about the minds of the people inside But I wonder in vain. Did they choose that paint? Or perhaps it was brought them to buy-- Oh I hope now they’ve got it all done that they like it-- And don’t just have to try. Oh I hope that it shines there for them In their sunny green fields Like a lantern at night-- And I hope that on dull rainy days they both say to each other “Don’t it look nice and bright?”

Oh I think I shall never forget them In their new-painted house!