A devil lived under the hill
My crooked blue house lived atop
A devil would poke my house with his staff
My house would poke the devil with a mop
A devil would huff and would puff
Until my house began to shake
My house would settle and creak
Just to keep the that devil awake
One day that devil had a party
Invited more than 200 devil friends
My house didn’t stop jumping
Until that party came to an end
So to show that devil who was best
My house had a party of it’s own
Invited 300 elephants and 2 giraffes
And half the ancient empire of Rome
When the party finally ended
Two months had gone by
Neither my house nor the hill
Or even that devil had survived
Suddenly sad and quite homeless,
Found themselves friendly allies
Both a house and a devil now roommates
Lived on a new hill nearby
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