The calloo´s spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water
But the orphan´s are lower
Walking down the village street.

The sparrow´s belly is chill
Sitting on the icy bough
But my belly is more chill
As I step from glade to glade.

The dove´s heart is cold
As it pecks the village rick
But I´m colder still
As I drink the icy water.