Prompt
This house, to which I was led, Was made of twigs, yellow, red, And green too, and some were white, Of which men make bird-cages tight, Or of which they make panniers, Or else the baskets for carriers; So that because of wind and twigs, The house was filled with squeaks And also full it was of creaking And full of much loose working; And this house too had entrances As many as leaves on the trees In summer when they are green; And in the roof you might have seen A thousand holes, or even more,