BIRDIE'S FOOTPRINTS IN 

 THE SNOW 



TELL me, little lads and lasses, 

 When cold winds of winter blow 



And the ground is covered deeply 



With the storm king's wealth of snow, 



Are there funny, zigzag footprints 

 Close ahout your porch or door, 



Tracks of tiny little bird feet 

 On the pretty, frosty floor? 



If some clear, sharp winter morning 

 When Jack Frost is frisking round, 



I should see these dainty tracings 

 On the glistening snowy ground 



Just beneath your kitchen windows, 

 I should smile and gladly say, 



"Yes, they've surely fed the birdies. 

 At this friendly home today." 



