By Frank Dempster Sherman

When all the ground with snow is white The merry snow-bird comes,And hops about with great delight To find the scattered crumbs.How glad he seems to get to eat A piece of cake or bread!He wears no shoes upon his feet,Nor hat upon his head.But happiest is he,I know,Because no cage with bars Keeps him from walking on the snow,And printing it with stars.