Chilly furry paws are once more...
Wet wintery miserable that’s been the weather this week in Furthumberland. This has affected the rather more furry among us to complain.
Oh how my paws are cold
This tricky stuff is not for me
I hate the smell the earth and crunchy mud
All crusted over and caked in
It’s like you dig for evermore
For my dear friends who has the paw
It gets under and in and sticks you see
To all my fur and underneath to
Oh please bring spring with all it charms
With warmer days and softer ground
Were all smells are sweet to me
And the gentle chorus of bird song
is so hard to beat.



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