The calloo`s spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water
But the orphan`s are lower
Walking down the village street
The sparrow`s belly is chill
Sitting on the icy bough
But my belly is more chill
As I step from glade to glade
The dove`s heart is cold
As it pecks the village rick
But I`m colder still
As I drink the icy water
