A Shack on Mary’s drive
On Mary’s Drive I dwell
Accompanied by few
To this day I’m the smallest shack
Mary’s drive has ever knew
Surrounding me are houses
Much bigger, much more strong
Their walls are covered in hard red brick
Material for which I long
They were shacks once long ago
This fact I know as true
Yet unlike me made out of tree
Received they materials new
Within those brick lined walls
Lies a group of their own breed
Families known as “the nation’s best”
Fill their homes with greed
A shack on Mary’s Drive
On Mary’s Drive I dwell
My walls are old and wooden
Far from an easy sell
With all these facts against me
I cannot help but grin
I’m much too old and tiny
Yet somehow I still win
Look past my broken hinges
Look through my window small
Deep within me, a group of three
They’ve close to nothing at all
As they look upon their neighbors
I look upon mine
We may not have those hard red bricks
But we’ll remain just fine
What we possess is FAMILY
And yes that is a wealth
We’ll stick together through the rain
Through sickness and through health
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