Page 20 - Poetry-Country

See the little fellow pelting
His companions far and near;
See the frozen snow-ball melting
In the wincing victim’s ear.

When it’s twice as cold as Norway,
Then the quaking, shaking put
Like a shot flies through the door-way
For the cosy, rosy rug.

When the golden day is breaking
And by pleasant dreams we’re seized,
Then the housewife’s buckwheat caking
And the griddle’s nicely greased.

While these thoughts of breakfast nestle
In our souls at morning sweet,
In our reveries we wrestle
With the toothsome sausage meat.

Hear the shining kitchen kettle,
As upon the stove it hums;
See for warmth the car-man settle
Down to blowing on his thumbs.

See the old brown jug of cider,
All our thoughts to it entice;
See the skater etch a spider
When he sits upon the ice.

See the sparrow coyly winning
Crumbs upon the window sill;
See the plumber wildly grinning,
As he figures up his bill.

Winter, winter, winter, winter
Soon away from us you’ll wing,
Then I fancy, we’ll beginter
Kinder, sorter think it’s spring.

— R.K. Munkittrick (St. Jacobs Oil Family Calendar, 1886)

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