I hate winters, cried out the cute wooden hut in despair
My joints get frozen, screws unscrewed, and not a soul around to repair
As it is, even in the best of times, I struggle to find good company and conversation
But it gets worse in this season, when I long for a kind word of appreciation
For I was built not to satisfy someone’s idle whim
But to give warmth and shelter to people after a good swim
However, it continued, now that the lake is frozen and hostile
It’s been months since I heard a tinkle of laughter, or saw a pretty face smile
A passing bird heard the lament of the lonely hut
And its heart broke, like a shriveled up, dried nut
So he decided to do something to ameliorate the hut’s circumstances
It was the last hut of its kind, he thought, so why take any chances
He flew in a tizzy to the benevolent huskies in the dog yard
And begged them to help the loneliest hut in Svalbard
The huskies understood the seriousness of the situation
And immediately rushed to gather tourists at the battle station
Off they went, like the wind, their paws barely touching the ground
The poor passengers held on to the rails, not daring to make a single sound
The carriage carried on till it stopped right in front of the cute wooden hut’s door
And the hut smiled a big, wonderful smile, for she was lonely no more
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