The traveller

Come to our house Mister, it's too cold to spend the night outside. Come to our house, it's not much but it's ours. The lazy dogs will growl but won't bite, we'll serve you bread and hot soup, there is honey, milk and cheese. Warm yourself by the fire while we mend your clothes and shoes. You can pay us with stories from far away lands, where palaces are of gold and pearls, the lands where fairy tales are born, where riches are found. Come to our house Mister, and tomorrow you can be on your way to new adventures.