My Dream (Poem) Chuck Berry

[Verse 1]
When I build my home
That I shall have some day
It'll be like I want it
Oh - and I mean in every way
I have yet to see any
That would cope with the style
Of the house that I dream of
That I'll build after a while
The roof of it will have peak lines
And contours that dip
And form shadowy eaves
Where the little raindrops can drip
That sweet pitter patter
Of raindrops at play
Is such a beautiful sound
On a quiet gloomy day
You know, when the wind is high
And the storm gods race
And I'll be snugged up
By my fireplace
Maybe feeding my little doggy
Or maybe playing with my cat
But unconsciously yearning
And wondering where you're at
But when the meadow is shadowed
By that old sinking sun
And the roses are bowing
For the dew drops to come
At my old upright piano
With pure ivory keys
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
Of whatever I please
Sometimes it'll be classics
And sometimes lullabies
But mostly rock and roll
That I'll surely improvise
And with my favourite guitar
I'll be just strumming away
And bidding goodbye
To another beautiful day