The Love Nest

Many builders there have been

Since the world began;

Palace, cottage, mansion, inn,

They have built for man.

Some were small and some were tall:

Long or wide or low.

But the best one of them all

Jack built long ago.

'Twas built in bygone days,

Yet millions sing its praise.

Just a love nest

Cozy with charm,

Like a dove nest

Down on a farm.

A veranda with some sort of clinging vine,

Then a kitchen where some rambler roses twine.

Then a small room,

Tea set of blue;

Best of all, room—

Dream room for two.

Better than a palace with a gilded dome,

Is a love nest

You can call home.

Building houses still goes on

Now as well as then.

Ancient Jack and Jill are gone,

Yet return again.

Ever comes the question old:

Shall we build for pride,

Or shall brick and mortar hold

Warmth and love inside?

The answer you may know:

Jack solved it long ago