Crumbs For The Birds
AMIDST the freezing sleet and snow,
The timid robin comes;
In pity drive him not away,
But scatter out your crumbs.
And leave your door upon the latch
For whosoever comes;
The poorer they, more welcome give,
And scatter out your crumbs.
All have to spare, none are too poor,
When want with winter comes;
The loaf is never all your own,
Then scatter out the crumbs.
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