Twenty little snowflakes climbing up a wire.
â€œNow, listen,â€ said their mother, â€œdonâ€™t you climb up any higher.
The sun will surely catch you, and scorch you with his fire.â€
But the naughty little snowflakes didnâ€™t mind a word she said,
Each tried to clamber faster than his fellow just ahead;
They thought that theyâ€™d be back in time enough to go to bed.
But they found out that their mother wasnâ€™t quite the dunce they thought her,
The sun bobbed upâ€”remember this, my little son and daughterâ€”
And turned those twenty snowflakes into twenty drops of water.