Crumbs For The Birds

AMIDST the freezing sleet and snow,

The timid robin comes; 

In pity drive him not away,

But scatter out your crumbs.

And leave your door upon the latch

For whosoever comes; 

The poorer they, more welcome give,

And scatter out your crumbs.

All have to spare, none are too poor, 

When want with winter comes;

The loaf is never all your own, 

Then scatter out the crumbs.