In a small hut on the hill
Lived a poor man named Bill
He could not spell it made life he
At times there was no wood in the
The family went many times hungry

A hush settled over the diminutive
The pine trees dressed in Christm
Whispered tales of wonder and endu
The ice maiden has touched the wat
She will keep it suspended in her

She is the breeze that blows
The current in the stream that flo
The sunrays dancing on a dewdrop b
The stars that shine at night
A peaceful sunset glow