"The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the dormouse do then,
Poor thing?
Roll'd up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in,
Poor thing.

- Traditional ballad, The North Wind Doth Blow  

 

 

Photo by me (not quite a dormouse but a teeny tiny mouse I rescued from

the neighbour's cat!).