My Version of When Icicles Hang by the Wall

In winter when icicles hang from the roof,

And Dick the shepherd blows his horn

And Tom brings logs for the fire,

And the milk gets frozen on its way inside,

When every bone is cold and the snow is high,

Then every night the staring owl sings,

Who, who!

Who, who!
While Joan the dirty cook is cleaning the pot.

When the wind is howling round the house,

And everyone gets the flu,

And birds sit silently in the snow,

And Marian's nose turns red and raw,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,

Then every night the staring owl sings,

Who, who!

Who, who!

While Joan the dirty cook is cleaning the pot.