I’m the friendliest of them all, When winter comes; Daily at your door I call Begging crumbs. Clinging sideways to a stake, Eloquent appeal I make. “Spare a scrap for pity’s sake! This cold air numbs.” I will follow as you dig And search the dirt. Worms or beetles, small or big, Are my dessert; And, should you seem gently kind, From your hand I do not mind Taking anything you find; But I’m a flirt. For when spring comes to the land You are forgot. I have great affairs on hand As days wax hot. Should I pass you, I pretend To ignore my winter’s friend; Intimacy’s at an end; I know you not. Yet, when winter comes once more, And summer ends, You will find me at your door To make amends; Clinging sideways to a stake, Eloquent appeal I’ll make: “Spare a scrap for pity’s sake! Aw, let’s be friends!”