  Come now, little birds, You must stop in your play, The snow’s coming down, You must hide you away. You must huddle together And keep yourselves warm, In snug nooks and corners Shut out from the storm. decoration decoration Be patient and wait, The clouds will go by, And sunshine once more Will brighten the sky. In the woods and the fields Where summer-plants grew, The buds and the seeds Are stored up for you. You can seek them for food When the weather is fair, And chirp your sweet songs In the clear pleasant air. |
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