a cottage stands alone
inside a dark wood
there is no one home
not even robin hood
the cottage is very dark
full of evil spirits
no body light a spark
full of drunken secrets
take old mother Hubbard
she loved her Drambuie
paralytic hid in cupboard
thinking of Three Finger Louie
wee Willie Winky
hey what a laugh
he'd got a dinky
halfway through gaff
little boy blue was a drunk
who did often frequent
although somewhat a punk
he'd start any argument
old king Cole
loved Jack Daniels
a very happy soul
and loved eating spaniels
well there we must end
this dark cottage scene
its quiet a blend
well at least its clean
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