The Old Garden Shed

There once was a shed, abandoned and old.
Nobody cared, for it was left in the cold.
The weeds grew up and covered it slightly
No longer light, shining through brightly.
The old garden shed, once brown and strong,
was falling apart, and didn't seem to have long.
Then one windy night, off blew the door,
in crept some animals and it was useful once more.
A stronger wind blew and up came the shed.
The animals inside, were thrown from their bed.
Into the river, went the old building of wood.
The animals held on to whatever they could.
Down the river the shed floated all night.
It stayed together, putting up a fight.
Then it came to a rest on the green river bank,
among flowers and trees and the wind it did thank.