Winter yews and box enflank our door
Our friends and neighbors duly to impress
And trumpet vines climb to our second floor
In lusty happy willful wanton-ness
But let us lead you, special honored friend
Through hallway, parlor, dining room and such
And from our kitchen porch we shall descend
And pass our children’s vacant rabbit hutch
And you shall see our lilac, our solace and our prize
Our part of earth that reached to embrace the summer skies.