COMING HOME

For three long weeks you've been, O House,

As noiseless as the well-known mouse,

As silent as the tomb.

And you've stayed neat, with none on hand

To track your floors with mud and sand,

To muss your ev'ry room.

The ideal place for work you've been,

But soon a Bedlam once again,

A mess, a wreck. But say,

I wonder will it make us mad.

No, House, I'll bet we both are glad

The kid comes home today.