This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms,
Just hallways and closets.
Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to
Happen. . . Closets, you take things out of closets,
You put things into closets, and nothing happens. . .
Why do you have such a strange house?
I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I
Am never sad.
But why do you have such a strange house?
I am never sad. . .