On the thin ice of promise, air waves shake, frost falls from branches that quake, under a gray sky
Over arms and legs a shiver, timid steps on a frozen river, where flowing water has now turned dry
Contact of skin with steel wire will burn as fire and one will soon learn to let no water fall from the eye
Beneath snow\'s blanket are many stones, hidden adversary of old bones, a fall will make you cry
Take an old timer\'s advice, step lightly upon the thin ice, lest you slip, break through, drown and die