THIS WEATHER ISN'T EVEN FOR THE BIRDS

The North Wind Doth Blow

Nursery Rhyme

 The north wind doth blow,

 And we shall have snow,

 And what will poor robin do then? 

Poor thing.

He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm, 

(Wait!  There’s a warm barn around here?)

 And hide his head under his wing, 

Poor thing.

 Would you mind pointing that camera in some other direction? 

(Stupid paparazzi.)