House

Written by: Owen Yeates

Bitter cold and wet outside
Warm and snug by fireside
Watching trees bend in the breeze
As we sit here at our ease

See the bird come down to rest
Flying into the wind a dreadful test
Resting there upon the eave
Until again it’s time to leave

Gutters on the old house creak
As the water from it leak
But remember it’s so nice don’t grouse
When sat inside our little house