Across the street That little red building Watches the days go by Never moves. She is contented Even if she wanted to, She is prevented. Her heavy build holds her down. And so the days pass merrily by And she lets them go. No holding on to their strings to Get to the bottom of things The little red building across the street.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"