She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.


The Christopher Robin Verses (ed. 1932)


She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.