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There's many a house of grandeur, / With turret, tower and dome, / That knows not peace or comfort, / And does not prove a home. / _I_ do not ask for splendor / To crown my daily lot, / But this I ask -- a kitchen / Where the kettle's always hot.
If things are not all ship-shape, / I do not fume or fret, / A little clean disorder / Does not my nerves upset. / But _one_ thing is essential, / Or seems so to my thought, / And that's a tidy kitchen / Where the kettle's always hot.