A bitter cold day, a bitter cold evening - and so here's a bitter and cold poem. I think it is probably sung by a bird - just out of shot - to ME, because I had not (at that point) put birdseed out on the bird table


"Blow, blow, thou winter wind.   Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.
Thy tooth is not so keen,    Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly...
Then heigh-ho, the holly - This life is most jolly.


Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,   That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,   Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly...