“We’ve built the little walls and roof And made a lovely door, So tell us, mother Wendy, What are you wanting more?”

To this she answered rather greedily:

“Oh, really next I think I’ll have

Gay windows all about,

With roses peeping in, you know,

And babies peeping out.”

“Oh, really next I think I’ll have Gay windows all about, With roses peeping in, you know, And babies peeping out.”