Twisting roads and trails,

Leading to icy gales,

Can melt the path away.

Melt you say, melt I do,

Giving all of us something to do,

In the trail so thin and narrow,

I observe a sparrow, on its perch,

It quarrels and chirps, and retreats to the birch.

Retreat it does, this mighty sparrow,

And who would think the trail so thin and narrow,

Which leads to icy gales,

Can melt the path away?