To breathe in cold, to horseplay in the snow:
 This our present, our fulfillment now --
 A moment, slipping, crashing down and -- ow.

 But back to feet then, we are in a trice:
 And trundling home to kitchen, beans and rice
 Soon fill us warm, and melt away the ice.

 Then feet by fire, our four legs we splay:
 It's good for us to laugh a while, and play.
 And soon drift off to sleep, as there we lay.