No Fridge To Raid

With ice and snow upon the ground
Birds hopes for food soon fade,
When hungry we can raid the fridge
But they've no fridge to raid.
A Christmas View It doesn't cost for gifts of love
Spend as many as you may,
You'll feel rich beyond compare
On this merry Christmas day.

by Neil Horn

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