Winter

  Freezing fingers, covered with cream
  Unhealthy winter, but healthy you seem
  You are a redhead, you had no choice
  You're chewing an apple, but not making a noise
  The wind making papers and butterflies fly
  The leg makes the snow and the mud jump and die
  The winter is cruel, but the waffles are great
  Remember the boar, my old hairy mate?
  ...
  But remember the flowers, the trees and the park
  Remember the soup, the boats and the dark
  Don't leave Gertruda, though she's fat and she's weak
  Stay home together and eat baked hen beaks