“Winter Lullaby,” Friend, Feb. 1987, 33
Winter Lullaby
How many creatures do you know
That sleep through all the cold and snow,
Never feeling nippy toes,
Wind-chafed cheeks, or frost-tipped nose?
Never creeping, running, leaping
Through the snowdrifts? Never peeping
Over banks of crystal magic? Only sleeping,
sleeping deep?
Hundreds, thousands, millions do.
Bears and squirrels—turtles, too—
Chipmunks, lizards, frogs, and toads,
Insects, birds, and snakes, and loads
Of other creatures hidden deep,
Warm and snug and fast asleep—
oh, very fast asleep!