"The Little House Out Back"
They dug it wide; they dug it deep,
Somewhere out in the back,
Some boards and nails, a roof, a door
And the Privey was intact.
No work of art, this little house,
A coat of paint or two,
A crescent in the door, perhaps
Was all it amounted to.
Two holers were the standard size,
But sometimes there were three
One large, one medium, and then
One small, for kids, you see.
When the new catalog arrived
The old one found a home
In that little house out in the back
Where it's use was so well known.
It wasn't so bad on summer days
For sometimes they could stay
Long enough for the dishes
To be washed and put away
A different tale come wintertime
When those boards were "berr" so cold
They'd hightail it out and back again
In record time, we're told.
Backhouse, Outhouse or Privy
Were common names they say,
For that little house out back,
So vital in it's day!
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