Winter Solstice

Gather round Hare babies
All ears aloft
The Winter Solstice
When the woods appear soft
We can hear Mrs Owl
Hooting pure lullaby’s
When Badgers in Setts
Relax, when the guys
The foxes fix earths
When snow flutters free
When we all fill our beds
With the leaves from the tree
A time to hold fire
On our laurels to rest
And wait for the light
That will once again test
Us all