A lone hut stood on a hill
It stood stately and so lonely
A humble place it was indeed
It gave birth to heroes and heroines
The hut on the hill was so posh
In the day so cool to kill
At night we basked in its warmth
My mom and dad loved it so
My umblical cord was cut here
Births were not for hospitals
She pushed me by herself
Such a frail and sickling lad
Jiggers loved me so
In my feet and body too
I was an open handed host
We loved each other so
Death was so expected
Life to me was evasive
I lived on by God's grace
And a fine man I became
It matters not your beginnings
It is easy to make it big
The future is unpredictable
You will achieve success though
I made it big
I grew fine
Success came by
It is possible.