Here we go round the mulberry bush,
the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning
This morning it was frosty on the grass, on the trees, on the roof of the chicken coop. Alice stared at the white stuff, all crackly under her feet. When she pecked at the water in the bucket it had a hardness like glass that broke in pieces. And it was coooold!
Alice: Whoa! This must be ice on the water and...that white stuff on everything
must be frost!
Alice, who had hatched from her egg last Spring, was full grown but she had never experienced ice and frost before, except in the cooptime story Joanie B. had read to her last night:
Alice: It's just like in the book - it's the --
"The First Ice: The first ice came on the sheep pails in the barn--a skim of ice so thin that it broke when we touched it."
Joanie B: Cluck, cluck, cluck - First Ice is the only ice in Milpitas, California.
(Having experienced 3 1/2 winters, Joanie B. knew her Milpitas, California kinds of ice in winter - one.)
Joanie B: ...but...first ice might come again -- a second or third time this winter - if we are clucky, er lucky.. braawwk!
Alice: Wraaaeeell - it's a good thing we have the Milpitas Library and library books or we wouldn't know about the other 11 kinds of ice - or even - what snow is - like these chickens do somewhere in Minnesota, North Dakota or Maine: