There are even many huts built entirely of the universal aloe.
I exist as an annexe of the BBC. I'm down the road a bit from the main building, in a little hut.
I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?
I come from a hut, from a hut I went to the projects, from the projects I went to a mansion so you out there you have ABSOLUTLY NO EXCUSE!
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise.