Classic Poem

One wintry night, upon a certain farm,
A fire broke out; the folks in great alarm,
Not knowing what to do, all run about
Some bring up water, others only shout:
“Fetch out the things into the field here, quick!”
The oxen bellow, and the horses kick;
The little children and the women cry;
But a poor Gipsy who was passing by
Stood near the flames that from the building sprung,
And warmed her hands, and said in Gipsy tongue:
“A fire in winter does one good to see;
What's your bad luck may prove good luck to me!”