Far away, in a time long ago
Sat a wizened old man,
All alone, in the snow
His beard was long, his body lean
Though old and frail
His mind still keen
In vigil at the castle gate
No option but, to
Sit and wait
For days the old man
Had not slept
Beside the gate
Just sat and wept
He pleaded, “Please,
I’m old and thin
Come down and let
This old man in,
My clothes are rent
No gold have I
Have mercy now
Don’t let me die
Should I stay here
I’ll surely freeze,
Atchoo, hear that
You heard me sneeze
So let me winter
‘In your walls
And you can see
My crystal balls”