Once upon a time so young
I stumbled upon a house undone
Heaps of pans and spoons everywhere
I knew not to touch them but I dared

A shrill cry came from above
I turned to look and lo a woman atop
The shortest staircase I have ever sprun upon
A short laugh came up undone

'Tis a stranger in my house if you please
Come up and face me' she called out in a breeze
I shook my head and held a small sneeze
At the clutter and the dust, I had to squeeze

'It is but one woman in plain old dress'
Nothing more to see and nothing less
Turning round and round at best
Till I stopped and pointed West

'What brings you here of places dearie'
She turned to face me her voice...