There once was a little thatch cottage,
With little happy children,
A little green garden,
And a perfect little family.
Then the little children's father
Got cancer and died.
And the perfect little family
In the little thatch cottage,
Was not so perfect anymore.
The little children grew up,
And soon moved away.
And the little children's mother,
Now a little old lady,
Was a little more lonely.
The little old lady
Then passed away,
In the little thatch cottage.
No one lived there again.
The little thatch cottage,
Got surrounded by the forest,
Then was struck by lightening,
And burned to the ground.
The little thatch cottage,
Is now no more.
Nature has taken it.
And it will never be returned.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
There once was a little thatch cottage,
With little happy children,
A little green garden,
And a perfect little family.
Then the little children's father
Got cancer and died.
And the perfect little family
In the little thatch cottage,
Was not so perfect anymore.
The little children grew up,
And soon moved away.
And the little children's mother,
Now a little old lady,
Was a little more lonely.
The little old lady
Then passed away,
In the little thatch cottage.
No one lived there again.
The little thatch cottage,
Got surrounded by the forest,
Then was struck by lightening,
And burned to the ground.
The little thatch cottage,
Is now no more.
Nature has taken it.
And it will never be returned.
