Little Cabin
It was a small and cozy cabin
With a little stove inside
And we camped there many days
In the winter time
We always had a campfire
Outside with post oak wood
And we told our stories there
As best as we could
We roasted franks some nights
And had chili sometimes too
With everyone pitching in
To help prepare the food
After supper there were beds
Adjustable and all our own
With pillows for our heads
And sheets just like home
When it was time to get up
Dad was the first to stir
And we drank coffee with him
And were the early birds