|Wind of History by Jacek Yerka|
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
(origins of the song are unknown, from Wikipedia)
This Old House
This old house, it felt old
Dark and lonely and too cold,
Like a wind tossed ship on a dreary sea
It is no home or refuge for me.
- Gerry@Strummed Words