The House with the Red Door

Lions guard my home.

Fierce leaders of the pack.

Other people's doors are plain and dull,

But mine bites right back.

The walls are painted buttercream,

Not even the finish is smooth.

It will prick at your fingertips and make an ache

That only doc leaves can soothe.

We light a fire in wintertime

Choke Santa with the black fumes

It should be a battle for anyone

Wanting to sneak inside our bedrooms.

The tooth fairy had to pry baby teeth

Out of my clenched fists.

If magic was real it had to prove to me

That it deserved to exist.

My red door would slam in your face

More often than it would open a crack,

But once you were in (oh, once you were in)

You'd never want to go back.