I'll see you minus two and subtract our two more,While imagining the robinsAt some sunny seashore.Wherever they winter,When spring breaks forthIt's sure they'll be wingingTheir way back up north.-- The icy mouse
As a next cold morning stirs,Minus seven now occurs,Giving us mice an urge To chatter in our "Brrs."Darn those swans a-swimmingIn the river's chill.How is it that birds do that?It is some special skill!Mousies all must hunker downWith fur to keep us warm,Though there are those who saySuch style's not proper form.Goose fat's for more than drippings,And pillows feather fluff.Perhaps those soaring birdiesAre as smart as they are tough?
I'll see you minus two
ReplyDeleteand subtract our two more,
While imagining the robins
At some sunny seashore.
Wherever they winter,
When spring breaks forth
It's sure they'll be winging
Their way back up north.
-- The icy mouse
As a next cold morning stirs,
ReplyDeleteMinus seven now occurs,
Giving us mice an urge
To chatter in our "Brrs."
Darn those swans a-swimming
In the river's chill.
How is it that birds do that?
It is some special skill!
Mousies all must hunker down
With fur to keep us warm,
Though there are those who say
Such style's not proper form.
Goose fat's for more than drippings,
And pillows feather fluff.
Perhaps those soaring birdies
Are as smart as they are tough?