Winter
WINTER
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
If those frozen spears should happen to fall
And miss the solid milk in pail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
They might the young man assail.
They could pierce him like a knife
Could be the end of poor Tom’s life
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