Such a litter of leaves on the ground,
Oh, such a litter.
Not a leaf on the tree to be found;
The wind is so bitter
And nothing to hear . . . but the sound
Of my little twitter.
The fairies have made me a vest,
Velvet and rosy,
Like the glow of the sun in the west
Or a pretty pink posy.
No wonder I'm singing my best,
So comfy and cosy.

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