The time has come; we are finally moving on from "The House of Bad Dreams" (as Jack so eloquently calls this place). The kids don't seem at all sad, as they waved goodbye forever with a joyful "Hurray!" Once again, we find ourselves moving forward into the Great Unknown. And so, without further ado:
Goodbye house with the big red room.
Goodbye bats with your flights of doom.
Goodbye crooked floors with your bounces and squeaks.
Goodbye mice with your drawer-dropped treats.
Goodbye little ants, with your armies amassed.
Goodbye termites who'll have the last laugh.
Goodbye millipedes, crunching under our feet.
Goodbye mold--we will not see defeat!
Goodbye spiders and your webs that anoint.
Goodbye breezes through the walls and the joints.
Goodbye insulation that didn't exist.
Goodbye to the problems the landlords won't fix.
Goodbye ancient carpet with so many stories to tell.
Goodbye ugly paint that makes eyeballs swell.
Goodbye creepy butcher shop down below.
Goodbye garage door that was too low.
Goodbye cupboard drawers raining sawdust flakes down.
Goodbye ancient oven and stove top in brown.
Goodbye tiny bathroom with leaks all around.
Goodbye lost toys which will never be found.
Goodbye house, with all your bad dreams.
Your walls hold our memories; in this you're redeemed.