Our Home

In our home When I walk through the door, Nothing is a bore, It smells like dove, I can feel the love, The color is bright, I am filled with delight, When the stars alight, Our home is a place, I love with grace, The taste off Eggos, And playing with Legos, The sound of jokes and right after, There is laughter, It feels so cozy, I am warm and toasty, I smell the flowers, And I sit for hours, I feel the breeze, I look at the trees, I smell vanilla, This feels like a thrilla, Look a big gorilla, I also smell coffee and cookies, Let us have a looksies, We have shirts with tags, And people who are nags, And old hags, A place to dance, I am in a trance, In our home, Me and Stella roam.