  Mockin' bird up yander, Singin' in de trees, Clean fohgit it's wintah, An' de time toh fieeze! Bettah hide out, Mistah, 'Foh yuh stahve to def! Wintah's gwine toh git yuh Foh yub ketch yoh bref! Though the world of care and the griefs that cry May burden the years with a sob and sigh, Yet with one true heart and a hand that stays There's a rose for the snows of the wintry days! |
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