“I don’t care if it isn’t sunny.”
“I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t!” he said,
And he winked with his eye so cheery,
“For somebody’s left some crumbs of bread,
So my prospects are not all dreary.
“And what’s a cold toe, when I’ve a whole suit
Of the cunningest warm brown feathers?
I don’t care if I haven’t a shoe to my foot,
I’m the bird, sir, for all sorts of weathers.
“I don’t fly away at the first touch of frost,