Little Shack
Near the river Jane,
there’s a little shack plain.
Not much my dear to see.
Come and share it with me.
Bring your little dog, Poke,
who’s the color of smoke.
And a cushion for sleep
that at night warming keep.
The roof doesn’t have leak,
new floor’s pine lacking squeak..
Bed of oak with springs neat,
quilt down comforter’s heat
Job is steady at trade,
where broad sheets are fast made.
There’s employment for you,
live with me plans come true.
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