From: The Finicky Fiber |
In fact, I'm not crocheting at the moment; I'm making a knitted penguin.
What I'm not doing is writing.
From: The Finicky Fiber |
Where is Rufus? |
Here he is! |
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing.
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.