See them fall so gently
Through the frosty air;
Every little snowflake
Has its beauties rare.
Soon the ground is covered,
With the pretty snow;
Then we see the snowbirds
Flying to and fro.
Do you think the snowbirds
Like the wintry day?
Do you think they’re happy
As they chirp and play?
Happy little creatures—
Do not reap or sow,
Yet the Master feeds them,
Even in the snow.
Jesus made the birdies
Blessings to enjoy;
Then, oh, do not harm them,
Little girl or boy.
In the pleasant evenings,
Then the rabbits go
Through the woods and bushes,
Playing in the snow.
All the night they ramble,
But at break of day
They must hunt a refuge,
There to hide away.
So these little creatures
Love the fallen snow;
Should not we enjoy it,
Who God’s blessings know?
Should we ever murmur,
Should we e’er complain,
When God sendeth blessings,
As the snow and rain?