The Labrador Lady stretched out by the fire
Is dreaming of fat muskrats.
Sam as he snoozes growls his ire
At visions of treeing cats.
Riff and May Lady penned in the stalls
Snug in thick winter coats,
Don't give a darn for wind or weather.
They are busy with hay and oats.
Under the ice in the lake nearby,
The beaver browse in their homes.
goose an mallard, they wen south
Away from the winter storms.
Bruin he sleeps way up on the hill
Far from the haunts of men.
The chipmunks lay till spring shall come
Each in his hidden den.
The wind come down from the storm king's home.
The snow fall thick and fast.
The jack pints bend and the bunk house creaks
In the path of the stormy blast.
The pine log fire gleams and glows
And its cheerful light does cast
Where Sam and Willow sleep and dream
Till the Storm King's range is past.
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