[Boy on porch speaking to man in open doorway] the Wrong House

I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house,

It has big steps and a great big hall;

But it hasn’t got a garden,

A garden,
A garden,
It isn’t like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house,

It has a big garden and great high wall;

But it hasn’t got a may-tree,

A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn’t like a house at all.

I went into a house and it wasn’t a house—

Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;

But it hasn’t got a blackbird,

A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn’t like a house at all.

[Blackbird carolling on branch]

I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,

I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call. . . .

But nobody listened to it,

Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.