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A house built with straw
A house built with sticks
We know how the story goes

Quickly thrown together
A few flowers, a few kisses, a few sweet words
And then the wolf takes a deep breath

A house built with straw
A house built with sticks
We know how the story goes

The wolf begins to blow
Exhaling puffs of anger, huffs of misunderstandings
Stirring your hurt feelings and making you run

A house built with straw
A house built with sticks
Is no match for a house built with bricks

It's foundation is strong
Built on friendship, laughter
Spending time together, learning one another

It can withstand a hurricane of tears
It can withstand the tides of raised voices
A shelter from the huffs of disappointments

But it takes more time to build
It takes more care, more effort
Ensuring that the foundation is set

A house built with straw
A house built with sticks
A house built with bricks

We know how the story goes
Now, which house do you prefer?
And which house will you choose to build?


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