I'M glad our house is a little house, 
Not too tall nor too wide: 
I'm glad the hovering butterflies 
Feel free to come inside.
Our little house is a friendly house. 
It is not shy or vain; 
It gossips with the talking trees, 
And makes friends with the rain.
And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green 
Against our whited walls, 
And in the phlox, the dutious bees 
Are paying duty calls.                
I wany to know this answer the question is What makes the poet feel that his little house is a friendly house
This song brings back fond memories of grade eight in a old school house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seemigly clear that not a apartman house.