"Let us fly away together!" the mother bird said.
Then they rose silently up in the air. They looked to the north; far away they saw the snow coming. They looked to the south; there they saw green leaves.
All day they flew. All night they flew and flew, till they found a land where there was no winter. There it was summer all the time; flowers always blossomed and birds always sang.
—HENRY WARD BEECHER
[BOB WHITE]
There's a plump little chap in a speckled coat,
And he sits on the zigzag rails remote,