That cabin? I have seen a million more 
With glassless windows, looking empty, old, 
With falling door and roof all sunken in; 
You have to see, you won't believe if told. 
And I have travelled by on rainy days 
And seen the water dripping through the cracks 
To make small sluggish rivers on the floor. 
Giving it the wetting that it lacks. 
You'd think the place was empty, void of life, 
But let me tell you, just give one halloo 
And that place where the door should be will fill 
With pickaninnies smiling through at you. 

         Sandy Doone.