If February gives much snow
A fine summer it doth foreshow.
Now set for thy pot
Best herbs to be got,
For flowers go set,
All sorts ye can get.
Tusser.
In Oxfordshire the first bee seen in February is saluted, as this is said to bring good luck.
Thrush's Song.
"Did he do it? Did he do it?
Come and see, come and see;
Knee deep, knee deep;
Cherry sweet, cherry sweet,
To me! to me! to me!"