It really was no miracle, what happened was just this:
The wind began to switch, the hutch to pitch
And then from its foundation it became unhitched
For Storm Gertrude in Ireland caused the wind to whip up, which
Blew me on the roof faster than my nose could twitch
And oh, what happened then was rich!
A clever plan was hatched, a fireman dispatched
Who rescued me quite carefully and brought me down unscratched
And soon they’ll patch my hutch with craftsmanship unmatched
Which is a quite happy situation, for I’ve grown attached.
What a lucky little munchkin, Paul P.! (Now that I’ve planted the earworm, here’s the actual song.)