Shall we have snow?

Where's your barn, robin?

 The North Wind doth blow,

and we shall have snow,

and what will the robin

do then, poor thing?

He'll hide in a barn and
keep himself warm, 
with his head tucked under
his wing, poor thing. 

A faintly embarrassing episode occurred in my house this morning.

About six months ago I made up my own tune to "The North Wind Doth Blow"; and a couple of weeks ago, I decided to turn it into an action song...
This morning I began to sing it again, and as I sang it I thought I would run over the actions as well, so as not to forget them. Unfortunately, just as I was acting out the robin (stomach out, head back, arms placed neatly behind, and a little self-important hop) my mother appeared immediately behind me. Ahem!
You might have thought I would have learnt my lesson after the equally embarrassing incident when a friend suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, just as I was shaking my finger at "Miss Polly"...
(Could this be why most people give up singing action songs after the age of about nine, I wonder?)