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White blankets green, the forest sleeps Ice locks away the river's fun Nets to mend, but not to use Time to waste till ice-melt's begun Even now, the children's laughter Reminds me of the summer's sun Silly cubs brighten dark nights Underfoot, but precious still My own and others warm the days Making racket as cubs will Even when the wind blows ice Rowdy cubs ease winter's chill |