It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam Afore ye really ‘preciate the things ye lef’ behind, An’ hunger fer ‘em somehow, with ‘em allus on yer mind.
ATTRIBUTION:
Edgar Albert Guest (1881–1959), Anglo-American poet. Home (l. 1–4). . .
Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
