LITTLE NEIGHBORS
Two children are at the door, mamma,
Two children are at the door,
A little boy and a little girl,
And the wind is biting, at every whirl,
Their feet all naked and sore.
Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma,
Oh, hasten and bring them in,
And let them sit by the fire so warm,
For they have been out in the cold, cold storm,