Desert House

She is sitting in the grass and her hand is like a bird
Picking in the grass for a worm or for a word.
Pretty little,
Pretty little
Daughter on the lawn,
Won't you raise your eyes on up.
Breaking hearts at dawn.
Winking in the sun, naked house on the desert dirt,
Old white house, wouldn't you want any clo'es?
Would you want some slippers, like,
A garden nodding on your toes?
Pretty little,
Pretty little
Dancer in the dust.
Would you want a hat, like,
Foliage or a mote of trust?