Mother Earth is all covered with ice -
all year long it is covered with ice.
There’s no spring, it appears, nor summer -
White as snow is the planet’s garment -
now and then someone falls on the ice.

You may fly all around the Globe
and may not even touch the ground, -
anyway you are sure to drop
an a slippery plain or slope...
To be crushed underfoot you are bound!

There is nothing but ice, like glass,
but it isn’t a rink for skating.
Perhaps a beast will quietly pass...
All is iced! A two-legged one has
to land on all fours - no escaping.