The wind is bowing cold outside, And calling to come in, But I am cuddled up in bed, With blankets to my chin. A bottle hot is at my feet, My arms are tucked in tight, Call as you will, oh Mr. Wind! You can’t come in tonight!

The window panes are rattling hard, As loud the east wind blows, But I am cuddled up in bed, With blankets to my nose. My little bed is soft and warm, And I have blankets three, Blow as you will, oh Mr. Wind! You can’t come in to me!

 


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