My Island was covered this morning
With a beautiful blanket of white.
Someone had tenderly tucked it in
While I was asleep last night.
The fields and meadows were covered
From their heads right down to their toes;
And even the little old garden
Where in springtime bright flowers grow
I'm sure it wasn't the songbirds
Who unfolded that blanket last night,
And smoothed it over my Island
And tucked it in cozy and tight.
For they all came over this morning
My beautiful Island to see;
And those birds--I know --every one of them
Were as surprised as they could be.
They wanted their usual breakfast
Of crumbs on the soft clean ground,
But a blanket of snowy whiteness
Was all that the little birds found.
So away in the tall trees they gathered
Maybe a council to hold--
There were bluebirds, redbirds and robins
And a jay bird bossy and bold!
But, while they fussed and chattered
Someone thoughtful and wise,
Lifted that beautiful blanket
By hanging the sun in the skies.