A mother’s voice drifts down the stair,
Crooning a simple lullaby.
See Mistress Puss and Fido there,
In perfect amity;
And over all the scent of flowers,
And over all the spell of home,
Though simple, for the asking ours,
Enthralling all who come.
O comrade with the restless eyes,
And greater cares than I can name,