In a curious little house made for a youngster's pleasure,
With walls painted brilliant and windows wide,
There lies a universe of marvel, unadulterated and valid,
Where creative mind meanders, allowed to seek after.
Inside these walls, dreams take off,
As a youngster's giggling consumes the space, light,
Each corner holds mysteries standing by to unfurl,
In this toy house, stories are told.
A kitchen bursting at the seams with rattling pots and skillet,
As little hands make culinary plans,
A casual get-together in the nursery, under the sun,
With soft toys for organization, the tomfoolery's recently started.
Higher up, a comfortable room is standing by,
Where teddy bears and dolls organize playdates,
Under a sweeping post, they share stories untold,
In this supernatural shelter, hearts see.
In the lawn, a swing set influences,
Helping chuckles through the murkiness,
A sandbox loaded up with treasures, covered profound,
Where undertakings stir from their rest.
Through the toy house's entryway, a door lies,
To a domain where honesty won't ever kick the bucket,
Where winged serpents wander and princesses rule,
In a realm worked by a youngster's mind.
So let us appreciate this toy house little,
For inside its walls, recollections enchant,
A shelter of happiness, a safe-haven sweet,
Where youth dreams and dreams meet.
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