Cute little porch-percher, perched on his spot,
Thinks it is springtime, although it is not.
Perhaps he knows more than my calendar knows.
Or will he be chirping his wintertime woes?
Springtime in Northwest Ohio is fickle,
Teasing blue skies, while the icicles trickle.
Cute little porch-percher, getting his fill,
Hang in there, little one – ward off that chill!