An 'H' Poem
High on a hill, is a man named Bill,
Whose living in an old stone house.
He’s such a happy fellow,
Has a hamster brownish yellow,
They are always just as quiet as a mouse.
In a house on the hill, very close to Bill,
Is a lady named Hannah Heep.
She 's often making noise,
With her rattling toys.
So the hamster and his master hardly sleep.
Well it happened one day, in the month of May ,
He went knocking on Hannah’s door
He said,
“Please halt the noise,
With those horrible toys,”
She said,
"There will hardly be the noise anymore."
