And the name of the house? I cannot guess!”
The inmate’s a shriveled-up dwarf called Self,
And the narrow house is Selfishness!
[THE LITTLE HAIR TRUNK]
There’s a little hair trunk in the attic stored,
Under the rafters packed away;
With a heart nigh broken, a mother’s hands
Tenderly carried it there one day.
The tears fell fast as she closed the lid