Winter Diaries

Winter is coming, 

Winter is coming, 

The gardens get dry,

And the bees' stop humming. 

Our skin gets dry, 

As the winter passes by.

We all get under blankets, 

No one wants to wash the carpets.

We all wear warm clothes,

While John blows his nose.

We all wear woolen caps,

While Mr. Briganza takes his naps.

So be careful my friends, 

Don't catch a cold.

And a cup of warm milk,

In your hand, hold!