Winter

When icicles hang by the wall,
    And Dick the shepherd blows his nail;
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
    And milk comes frozen home in pail:
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
    Tu-whit to-who! A merry note,
    While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
   And coughing drowns the parson’s saw:
The birds sit brooding in the snow,
   And Marian’s nose looks red and raw:
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
   Tu-whit to-who! A merry note,
   While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

William Shakespeare