Winter Cricket

A cricket on a rubbish- tip
Fiddles a winter tune;
He has no heating problems,
Scraps enough and to spare.

Robin in the holly
And the wren in the ivy- tod;
Fluff up their plumes, and try to keep warm
With a tootle on their pipes-
Waiting for spring to come.

And spring will come.

Sent to me by Den the famous golfer