I drive all the birds off to find a new home
I'm as rough as rough can be."
A cun-ning old fel-low is Winter, they say,—
A cun-ning old fel-low is he:
He peeps in the crev-i-ces day by day,
To see how we're pass-ing our time a-way,
And mark all our do-ing from so-ber to gay;
I'm a-fraid he is peep-ing at me!
