The days are getting shorter,

The nights are drawing in,

The evenings are feeling cold.

“Can we light a fire?” says I,

“Not till I’ve swept the chimney” says he.

I’m cold.

Sitting in the evenings, 

I put on extra sweaters,

I wrap up in a quilt,

I go to bed early with a hot water bottle.

“Can we light a fire?” says I,

“Not till I’ve swept the chimney” says he.

I cough.

“Bronchitis” says the doc,

“Go home and stay warm”.

We visit friends,

“You look awful” they say,

“Go home and stay warm”.

“Can we light a fire?” says I,

“Not till I’ve swept the chimney” says he.

Today he swept the chimney,

I polished the stove,

We brought in wood.

Tonight we’ll have a fire and be toasty warm,

And I’ll be a happy bunny.