England is a cosy little country, Excepting for the draughts along the floor. And that is why youre told, When the passages are cold: Darling, youve forgot to shut the Door! The Awful East Wind blows it Pussy or, the Hearthrug shows it, Aunty at the Writing-table knows it Darling, youve forgot to shut the Door! Shut shut shut the Door, my darling! Always shut the Door behind you, but You can go when you are old Where there isnt any cold So there isnt any Door that need be shut! And The deep Verandah shows it The pale Magnolia knows it And the bold, white Trumpet-flower blows it: There isnt any Door that need be shut! The piping Tree-toad knows it The midnight Firefly shows it And the Beams of the Moon disclose it: There isnt any Door that need be shut! The milky Beaches know it The silky Breezes blow it And the Shafts of the Sunrise show it: There isnt any Door that need be shut!
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