COLD CHICKEN

There is ice on the lake
And it's going somewhere,
And if this were tomorrow
And someone would dare,
I would go with the ice
And let people stare
And not even care.

If today were tomorrow
And ice-treks were bold,
If I wasn't so tired
And not quite so old,
I would go with the ice
And let people scold-
If it wasn't so cold!

		Lucille Murphy