By Dave Hanks
When the corn is in the silo
And the hay is in the barn,
Itís time to be expectiní
Any oft told old time yarn.
Of how the snow was a settiní
So heavy on the ground,
And the mystery in the air
Was siftiní heavy, all around.
Of the fairies in the fireplace,
Just a danciní nice and keen.
In between the logs a blaziní
With a lustrous, shining sheen.
And out through the tree tops,
Out there in the storm,
Comes a rompiní and a whispriní aní
So comfortiní to be where itís warm.
But surprises are in the offing.
Surprises are in store.
Your heart will do a hand-stand
Over pleasant things galore.
What are those things you ask me?
What is the big surprise?
Iíll tell if youíll listen.
Itíll make you ďohĒ so wise.
Mostly, itís in the spirit of the liviní.
Itís the excitement when you roam.
Itís the joy of your life-style,
Itís the happiness in the home!
(Barred Owl: Contenment - Whatever the weather)