Don't let the wind blow air through the door

And don't let the rain get wet on the floor

Suffer the grass that grows in the yards

But don't lay a hand on this house of cards

Don't let the sun put light in your eyes

And don't let the blues detract from your skies

Die by the glass, or live by the shards

But don't even breathe near this house of cards

Menacing air, dangerous breeze

Terminal cough, poisonous sneeze

Don't let the wish confirm your delight

And don't let the wrong give in to the right

Banish the softs and worship the hards

And never exhale on this house of cards

Don't let this tale sway your belief

Don't let the days reveal your relief

Skip all the nears, and covet the fars

And add a new floor to this house of cards