Classic Poem

I built a hut in a little wood;
Nobody came there — nobody could;
Only a bird and a rabbit perhaps —
Only the wind with three small taps.

You'll never find my hut in the wood;
If I can't find it, nobody could.
For the wind one day, crazy with play,
Carried my little hut away.

He didn't come with three small taps,
He banged on the door with thunderous raps,
Then he carried my lonely house away,
And I've searched for it now for a year and a day.