North wind

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing.

He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.


 It's suddenly got very cold  - Chirp and I were marooned in the polytunnel during a sudden outbreak of torrential hail - fortunately I had mealworms about my person.