Turned on my electric blanket,
To keep the chill away.
But now my toes are icy cold,
Sammy’s there to stay!
If you hear rumbling,
That’s not a bear.
It’s Sammy and Daddy,
Two lumps in a chair!
There is supper to be wrangled,
And apples that need frittering.
Can’t get it done in this kitchen,
Across the floor Sammy is skittering!
Shall we chase some birds today?
Or maybe try to catch a squirrel?
We never know exactly which events,
Each new day may unfurl.
Days grow shorter, the nights grow long,
Howling winds are cold and bitter.
Grab a blanket, stoke the fire!
And curl up with a fuzzy critter.