Winter's Coming

Author Unknown

Two little birds one Autumn day
Sat on a tree together.
They fluttered about from bough to bough
Talking about the weather.

"The wind is blowing cold," said they,
"It chills us as we sing."
So away they flew to the sunny South,
And there they'll stay till Spring.

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