No Door Has My House, No House Has My Door; And In And Out Ever I Carry My Store. No Grate Has My Kitchen, No Kitchen My Grate; Yet Roasts It And Boils It Both Early And Late. My Bed Has No Trestles, My Trestles No Bed; Yet Merrier Moments No Mortal E'Er Led. My Cellar Is Lofty, My Barn Is Full Deep, From Top To The Bottom, There Lie I And Sleep. And Soon As I Waken, All Moves On Its Race; My Place Has No Fixture, My Fixture No Place.