The North Wind Doth Blow

: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

"The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow,

And what will the robin do then, poor thing?

He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm,

And hide his head under his wing, poor thing."

But never a word of plaint will be heard

From robin, no matter how tired and cold;

For well will he know that the winter will go,

And the blossoms and greenness of spring unfold.

And when the warm sun says winter is done,

He'll gladden us all with his cheery song;

And never will fret if the season is wet,

Or wail that the winter was hard and long.