Tis a Familiar Sight I'Ve Seen
Tis a familiar sight I've seen,
A splash of red against the snow.
The only other color is green,
But this does not interest him I know.
Flitting in and out of holly trees,
I wonder what it is he sees?
What brings him out on a day as this?
Perhaps it is the wintriness
That stirs in him an innate desire
To see nature without summer's fire.
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