Oh give me a home where a stupid man roams,
Where the bees are abuzzin' all day.
Where seldom is heard a rational word,
And we toad eat rather than pray.
Home, home with the pain.
But think of all I have gained.
A home of my own, it is no small bone,
And from griping I'll try to refrain.
Oh give me a home where each day makes me groan,
Where the closets are tidy and clean.
Where daily advice on how to be nice,
Comes from Rosings, the home of the queen.