THE NORTH WIND 



The North Wind doth blow, 



And we shall have snow, 



And what will the robin do then, poor thing ? 



He'll sit in a barn, 



And keep himself warm, 



And hide his head under his wing, poor thing. 



The North Wind doth blow, 

 And we shall have snow, 



And what will the swallow do then, poor thing ? 

 Oh do you not know, 

 He has gone long ago, 



To a country much warmer than ours, poor 

 thing ? 



The North Wind doth blow, 



And we shall have snow, 



And what will the dormouse do then, poor thing ? 



Rolled up like a ball, 



In his nest snug and small, 



He'll sleep till warm weather comes back, poor 



thing. _ old Song. 



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