The woman with vague and vagrant hopes
Is always hanging on the ropes
Or vainly sparring with the air
Because she sees what is not there
She who builds a house must plan
The kind of house, the height, the span
And know the stuff with which to build
If she would have her dream fulfilled
And she must know down to the penny
The size of nails, the style, how many
Do you want fir or oak or pine?
You’ll have to lay it on the line
The truth cuts sharper than a knife
To build a home or build a life
There is one law you must apply
Author Unknown
