ON A COLD AFTERNOON

         My toes is froze.
           Goodness knows,
         How hard it is,
           When toes is froze.

         One mitten’s gone.
           I had it on.
         I’m sure I did,
           But now it’s gone.

         My ears are red.
           My mother said,
        “Don’t lose your hat.”
          But  now so red. 

        I’d like to eat.
           I’d like some heat.
        But most of all:
           Is this my street?