Now the snow hides the ground little birds leave the wood
& flie to the cottage to beg for their food
While the domestic robin more tame then the rest
(With its wings drooping down & rough feathers undrest)
Comes close to our windows as much as to say
‘I would venture in if I could find a way
‘I'm starv'd & I want to get out of the cold
‘O! make me a passage & think me not bold‘
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