Now the winter has set in,
On the roof tops birds sit.
Very cold winds are blowing,
Even Jack Frost hits the road.
Many birds are huddled together,
Bringing about many a rustled feather!
Ending the Summer in Golden Browns,
Rain has washed away the frowns!
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