The Mansion on the Hill : Written in Rhyming Fashion
My name is Timmy and I live on a cluttered street just below the big house on the hill
Me and my buddie's like to watch the people come and go from a spot in front of their paper mill
Everyone works there, it is the only work in town
My Daddy works there and sometimes he comes home so tired and wearing a worried frown
The people who come and go from the big house have chauffeurs and long limousines
We wonder what they're talking about when we see them under the big evergreens
We never see them smile
You'd think with all that money they'd be happy and smile once in a while
I reckon having all that money keeps them busy as a bee
No time to have fun and feel carefree like me
Im always happy when I see Mama walking down the hill
She's worked hard all day cleaning and cooking their special meal
I told Mama and Daddy I didn't want to work at their paper mill
I want to go to the city and drive a long limousine
Daddy said that it was his and Mama's hope, but in the end it was just a pipe dream
I reckon I'll wait and see if my dream comes true
In the meantime I'll keep on watching the rich people and the big cars and hoping my dream doesn't do like Daddy said, " Pipe dreams always fall through. "