Bow before me, yes indeed
gather round, I've what you need.
Embrace me, yes, but don't dare touch.
Believe me--you'll not enjoy it much!
I offer comfort to those of you
who might need some to see you through.
Remove your shoes and wiggle your toes
feel my warmth as numbness goes.
Feed me--don't dare let me fade
or in your home cold will invade.
Sit inside, all warm and dry
safe from the dark and rainy sky.
Years have passed and the fact remains:
Of woodstoves in winter no one complains.
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