From the book, 'Enid Blyton's Happy Hours Story Book' Published by 'Dean & Son Ltd.1964.
The house is quiet
When it came undone
It follows crowds
While making a statement
The house frowns
When no one is watching
When others are missing
When others are smiling
She took a slight proposition
That got her into a mess
She recovered sooner but got back later
She wonders why she's broken
Her windows are clear
She could see the neighbors
They past by her
But showed no invitation
The house sighed and looked upon a star
And wished somewhere out there
Another was building up
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