Realities

The cold North Wind is blowing
And there is snow upon the ground
The rabbit in the brier patch
Is hiding from the hound

The squirrel climbs the pine tree
So stately and so high
And seeks safety in its branches
As the bob cat passes by

The snow birds flutter 'ore the snow
And to save their little lives
They hide among the bushes
While the snowhawk soars and dives

The deer it bounds across the hill
The hunter and his gun
Stands quietly in his shelter
As the deer comes down the run

The fox it roams the forest
The hound upon his scent
Finds shelter in a hollow log
Before his life is spent

Man he strives for money
Which is very hard to make
The government with taxes
Most of his earnings takes

So everything must be alert
If they are to survive
So why not face life with a grin
And be glad that you are alive