Lest it all come crumbling down

I'd rather have a brickhouse than a straw or stick house
tough as nails and never fails to hold
i found a warm and cheery glow inside
the night the door was opened wide
with drapes and carpets covered like pure gold
who lives within i cannot say
i suppose that i'll find out someday
but for now the bed is calling me
and before i drift off far from here
i want to make this brickhouse secure
from waiting wolves and offer some safety