One day in winter the snowflakes came down as soft and light and white as feathers. The little children looking out at the window sang,
“Old Mother Carey’s chickens,
Old Mother Carey’s chickens;
They are up in the sky,
Ever so high;
Old Mother Carey’s chickens.”
Down fell the snowflakes, thick and fast, and more and more and more, till they made a snowstorm.
When they were all down the children brought out their sleds, and away they went coasting on Mother Carey’s chickens’ feathers.