On a Cold and Frosty Morning

February glumps and glooms. 
Evergreens don snowy costumes.  

Swansdown swirls in the frosty dawn, 
and the wind’s song is woebegone.  

Copyright 2023 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Did anyone sing “Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush” as a child? I remember singing this with my friends. Holding hands, we’d side-step in a circle, singing and facing in. I must have been 6 or 7. Before cable TV, we had Saturday morning cartoons. After Bugs Bunny and Wile E. Coyote, we memorized nursery rhymes and played clapping games. My kids game more and laugh less. I taught my children Ring Around the Rosie, singing double time to keep their attention, circling very fast. We added “Thunder, Lightning, We all Jump Up!” — the new variant.

I’d nearly forgotten the mulberry bush song. The memory surfaced as I worked on this poem. Do you remember anything from age 6 or 7?

A snapshot of the lyrics from a quick google:

Here we go ’round the mulberry bushThe mulberry bushThe mulberry bushHere we go ’round the mulberry bushOn a cold and frosty morning
This is the way we wash our faceWash our faceWash our faceThis is the way we wash our faceOn a cold and frosty morning

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