human
I have sung a song most splendid, But perchance might sing a better, If beneath a roof I sang it, At the end of the deal table. 190 If a house you cannot give me, There to rest upon the planking, I will hum my tunes in forest, Toss my songs among the bushes.
gpt
There are houses you may enter, Handsome halls that you may dwell in, Safe from cold to sing your verses, In the open speak your magic.