Six humans trapped by happenstance In bleak and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood 25 Or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, 9 But the first one held hers back, For, of the faces round the fire, She noticed one was black. . L The next man looking 'cross the way Saw one not of his church, And could not bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. Hoon The third one sat in tattered clothes. He gave his coat a hitch. Why should his log be put to use To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned From the lazy, shiftless poor. lacking lubission d en​