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I know a place that’s secret and small
Where boys and adults don’t go at all.
It’s under the porch and filled with gloom,
And as far as I know, it’s my secret room.
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Mother and Father are too big to crawl;
One brother’s too big, the other too small.
I can sit there and dream as long as I like,
And to hang up my coat there’s a big rusty spike.
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There’s a sunbeam that reaches right down to my toes,
And when it’s warm I can sit there and doze.
There’s a spider called Meg, who’s raising a brood;
I help all I can by bringing her food.
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The floor is of dirt in my secret room,
But I keep it clean with a little twig broom.
My window’s a knot hole that’s very small,
In just the right place high up on the wall.
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The world from my window’s a funny place;
I can watch others who can’t see my face.
Then when I’m tired of sitting alone,
There’s no one to stop me from going home.