Oh Winter bird where will you rest
The old Oak tree that was your nest
has been cut down and limbs are taken
to heat the home of those forsaken.
But there you are in wooden pail
huddled close and without fail
you will survive this snowy day
and then be on your merry way.
A field of Pines await close by
and you will soon depart and fly
to build and shield you from the rest
of Winter's time inside your nest.