NATURE’S GAME
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The gusts of wind that frisk about, With the winter sprites at play, And pile them high like football fiends, In a most fantastic way, Are stragglers from the woodland dell, Just assuming to be fay. The birds cheer with chirps, squirrels with chats, A clouded lining of sun-beam slats, Curtains Sol of cunning eye; Crows “Caw! caw!” as tho at play, A golden bomb bursts the glow’ring sky, And frightens the elfins away.