Right outside the city, stands a house that’s very old,
Built to fight off danger and the bitter, wintry, cold,
Each brick was placed precisely upon the cornerstone,
The mortar held them tightly, through winds so swiftly blown.
This house was built so long ago, yet firmly does she stand,
Five families came and went, while her face remained quite grand,
A little paint might dress her up, fixing could be done,
But still this aging treasure shines brightly in the sun.