Two squirrels gather nuts beneath a large oak in the forest. |
When Winter Comes
by G. H. L.
When winter comes, the squirrels find
Some shelter from the winds unkind;
Some hollow tree where nuts they store,
Enough to last 'till winter's o'er;
There, safe from harm, they build their nest
And settle down to take a rest,
Their larder full of nuts and wheat,
All that they do is sleep and eat;
When winter comes, Ah me! I find
Some thoughtless ones of humankind,
Who never build a cozy nest,
Prepare for time to take a rest;
Who when they strong north wind blows cold
Are friendless, helpless, hungry-old.
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