WHEN icicles hang by the wall, <br /> And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, <br />And Tom bears logs into the hall, <br /> And milk comes frozen home in pail, <br />When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, <br />Then nightly sings the staring owl, <br /> To-whit! <br />To-who!--a merry note, <br />While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. <br /> <br />When all aloud the wind doe blow, <br /> And coughing drowns the parson's saw, <br />And birds sit brooding in the snow, <br /> And Marian's nose looks red and raw, <br />When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, <br />Then nightly sings the staring owl, <br /> To-whit! <br />To-who!--a merry note, <br />While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-and-winter-ii/
