In the house of Papa Hall,
Up the stairs that curl up tall
Waits a room that on the wall,
Reads our names, both big and small.
It is a room that is our own
Where our imagination roams.
Escape the ones that are all grown--
In this home-away-from-home.
Every kind of book and toy
Whatever kind of ploy---
Fun for a girl or a boy
We find limitless joy.
Magical fun and plans so grand
Made with the help of Papa's hand.
Time so free and so unplanned---
We're off to GG's Wonderland.
Verse by Rebecca Edwards
I'm giddy. It's so lovely, honey.
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