A house I am, but not of size
To take in more than one;
I’m often viewed with wary eyes,
Though I’m a foe to none.
Four sides I have, but of what made
Depends not on his voice
Who is to sleep within my shade –
It’s left to others choice.
Though freehold is my small estate,
No vote it e’er can give;
Yet thousands, fattening in state,
Upon my inmate live.