Bring all your bleating kith and kin,
Except the horny ram.
(February opens a second door in the background, and the little flock files through into a warm and sheltered compartment out of sight.)
The lambkin tottering in its walk,
With just a fleece to wear;
The snowdrop drooping on its stalk
So slender,—
Snowdrop and lamb, a pretty pair,
Braving the cold for our delight,
Both white,