What point of view Blow, wind, blow! Drift the flying snow! Send it twirling, whirling overhead! There's a bedroom in a tree, Where, snug as snug can be, The squirrel nests in his cozy bed. Shriek, wind, shriek! Make the branches creak! Battle with the boughs till break o' day! In a snow cave warm and tight, Through the icy winter night, The rabbit sleeps the peaceful hours away. Call, wind, call, In entry and in hall, Straight from the mountain white and wild! Soft purrs the cat On her fluffy mat, And beside her nestles close her furry child. Scold, wind, scold, so bitter and so bold! Shake the windows with your tap, tap, tap! With half-shut, dreamy eyes The drowsy baby lies, Cuddled closely in his mother's lap.