Maud Müller on the Ice.
Maud Müller on a winter’s day
Went out upon the ice to play.
Beneath her Derby gleamed her locks
Of her red banged hair, and her crimson socks.
She straddled about from ten to two
And then a hole in the ice fell through.
On the bottom of the pond she sat
As wet and mad as a half drowned rat.
A man with a hicking pole went there