OUR HOUSE

by BEN CASSIDY
(Maori Pupil of Kaitaia College)

The house that I live in
Is oh, so poor.
It stands in the teatree
Alone on the moor.

The boards are all rotting,
The roof is all holed,
The rooms are so draughty,
We all catch a cold.

The chimney stack's gone,
It's fallen apart,
That is the reason
Why the fire won't start.

I hear now my mother
Calling to me.
She's calling to tell me
To come and have tea.

It's likely just bread
With water to drink.
If you lived with us Maoris
I know what you'd think.