Now take a visit back to childhood. I used to love my doll's house. :0) x
If I were as small as a mouse
I'd slip into my new doll's house
And once inside, I'd hide in there
So no-one big would stop and stare
I'd scamper down the little stairs
Into the the kitchen with all it's wares
The little cups, the little plates,
The tiny chairs with backs so straight.
Up the stairs once more I'd hop
This time quite fast, right to the top
The attic bedroom, so small and snug
I'd curl myself upon its rug
And sleeping there I'd have a dream
Of frothy cheese and fresh ice-cream.