Have you seen the little shop
Round the Corner Valley?
Or the little children play
In the garden alley?

Ever creaking etched up gates,
And old old rows of aging homes,
Clanking spoons and cleaning plates,
Imagining Garden gnomes.

Do you have a place which is, house to all but you call it home?
Have you got scolded at
For playing till the end of gloam?

I have, and I know how it feels,
To have a place, where all are good,
And a place where my home resides,
A place that I call Neighbourhood!

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