Little house on the block

I know of a Little house; It is Painted Blue; Surrounded By tall Grass and Overgrown Hedges; Ivy weaves All over The little House on The block. I have Always Wondered Who lives In that Little House; I would Go over There Fear Always Gets the Best of Me. I see lights On in The House All the Time; Nobody Comes out Though; Strange Very strange Indeed; Is that Why people Are scared To go Into The Little house on the Block? I finally Found Enough Courage To go up To that House. As I Fight My way Towards The House; I am only To stop, I'll have to Scale This Green Scratchy Hedge; As I am Climbing The hedge Snags my Pants leg; Making it Harder to Scale the Wall. The tall Grass Became My next Task to Handle; The grass Blades Would slap Me in the Face As if I Were A child Being Punished. Finally; I reached The house Within; The house Was indeed Blue; Blue as an Ocean's Crest. I knocked On the Door No answer I did This Three more Times Still No answer. I decided To turn Back; Back Through The Tall grass; Only to Get slapped Across the Face; Back Over the hedge That snags On my Pant leg. Maybe We will Never Know Anything About The little House On the Block.