King Winter has force; he will soon show
Who is ruler, and who ought to know.
See, the birdies are flying away;
They have all heard what he has to say.
Go to bed sweetly, and don't you cry;
Summer's coming again, by and by.
Your poor little heads are drooping low,
Your friends are all dancing here below.
Why be so stubborn, holding so fast?
You're surely going, why be the last?
You'll miss the party, Rally Day too.
Why don't you listen to friends so true?
Then be determined, and all you'll gain
Is thunder, storm, and plenty of rain,
And down you'll drop to the edge of the bed,
Mourning the troubles for the life you've led.
Who is ruler, and who ought to know.
See, the birdies are flying away;
They have all heard what he has to say.
Go to bed sweetly, and don't you cry;
Summer's coming again, by and by.
Your poor little heads are drooping low,
Your friends are all dancing here below.
Why be so stubborn, holding so fast?
You're surely going, why be the last?
You'll miss the party, Rally Day too.
Why don't you listen to friends so true?
Then be determined, and all you'll gain
Is thunder, storm, and plenty of rain,
And down you'll drop to the edge of the bed,
Mourning the troubles for the life you've led.
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