The Little Hut By The River

There was a little hut,

By the river,

The summers were hot,

The winter were there to shiver.  

     There was a wee family,

     Their's was a wee poor one,

     With a Papa, a Mama,

     And two wee buns.

But the happiness there was,

Never could be shared,

For the little they had,

Was always shared.

      Then came the winter

      As never before,

      The little they had,

      Could not last like before.

The sound of the cries,

 Of the wee ones could be heard,

The hungry cries that they were,

To the other side of the river till morn.

The house was quite after that,

 For many days to go. 

      When door was opened,

      After a week by someone,

      Only hungry babes 

       And a pa and ma were found.

But still when there is a feast,

People see four extra ones,

Hungry Pa and Ma,

And Wee Little Babes.

      To share the gaiety,

      And the food in singular 

      To nothing are they particular.

To live another day,

Even in death,

To enjoy a full meal,

Even in death.