Wooly Bear

Little Stripped fuzzy guy,
Did you wonder why
There were high mountains
In your path?

Were you surprised
To open up your eyes,
On a warm and sunny day,
To find Miss Spring was still away?

By today’s warmth you were deceived.
You never would have believed
That your world full of color might
Be buried beneath a blanket snowy white.

Though Mr. Winter is growing old,
The days will again grow cold,
Before he goes away
And Miss Spring comes to stay.

Little foolish stripped one,
Since spring has not yet begun
Go back to your warm cozy bed;
Curl up and rest your fuzzy little head.


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