And once the house tilted when bumping ground
Till very far listed, but righted around;
Then the smashing of timbers that made their hearts ache,
And the strained and warped floors that seemed ready to break
Made them shudder and fly when the waters would swirl
As ever and ever they sped in a whirl,
And the world seemed unsteady with nothing to stay
While the hills flew in circles a distance away,
And they all but gave up to the fate that had frowned
As they went with the house from the acre of ground.