The wagtail hasn’t wagged its tail,
The cuckoo hasn’t sung.
The flowers have forgot to bloom,
While the spring bells have rung.
Yet the spring has come all over
Not my garden alone.
What have done so bad
My deeds to me is unknown
The birds are in the prime of their song
But here, there is none
I alone in my castle, fret
When others are having fun.
For days do the hails dance
North wind has made this home.
Snow hasn’t got yet
And not let saplings out of loam.
It is so bad, since my garden is my life
Without it I have nothing so good,
God curse me for a thousand deeds
But do change hail and winter’s mood!
Song of Selfish Giant
