The Awful East Wind blows it—
Pussy or, the Hearthrug shows it,
Aunty at the Writing-table knows it—
    “Darling, you’ve forgot to shut the Door!”

Shut—shut—shut the Door, my darling!
    Always shut the Door behind you, but
You can go when you are old
Where there isn’t any cold—
    So there isn’t any Door that need be shut!
                And—
The deep Verandah shows it—
The pale Magnolia knows it—
And the bold, white Trumpet-flower blows it:—
    There isn’t any Door that need be shut!

The piping Tree-toad knows it—
The midnight Firefly shows it—
And the Beams of the Moon disclose it:—
    There isn’t any Door that need be shut!

The milky Beaches know it—
The silky Breezes blow it—
And the Shafts of the Sunrise show it:—
    There isn’t any Door that need be shut!